I wrote until three in the morning, a Wednesday. a casual Wednesday but entertaining I felt so virtuous, so vigorous, now I don’t have enough words to describe it.
Throughout the time, I scribbled I was thinking that my pajamas is white. White as a snowdrift ; cold, soft and smooth. When I looked at the clock that was right next to my lamp made of salt, it was too late. I realized that I have not slept. How is it possible that the time passed so fast? How is it possible that so little time had been transformed into hours? It should not surprise me. When we enjoy doing something… time is flying past.
Seldom, we would like to see those moments will become years but you have to know how to divide the tasks, knowing ways to change and enjoy different activities during the day.
You have to know and want to learn new skills. If we are always on the same page, we will never have the pleasure of savoring new smells. There is always time for everything but you have to know how to choose and set-up your time.
Three words; choose, decide, and learn.
Quote: “There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you’d better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you’ll never understand what it’s saying.” ― Sarah Dessen, Just Listen