Blame it on time
Sometimes all I want to do is stop time.
I want to stop time to enjoy moments with the people I love, never caring that one day life will pull us apart or hope that death will bring us together.
I want to stop time to rethink my choices and to go for a new adventure, never having to deal with aging or missing opportunities.
I want to stop time to set my imagination free and dream.
Now, I feel like I'm chasing time or maybe being chased by time. I feel my life moving fast. With every single day that goes by I feel closer to my end. It's just like I'm in the middle of some race; as if I am searching for an illusional victory that will satisfy me.
I keep asking myself: will I be doing the same thing for the rest of my existence? Have I chosen my path or has it been chosen for me? What if one day I wanted to escape, maybe settle in another land, change my name, and become vegetarian? Will I have enough time?
I became the prisoner of the present, which is always haunted by the past, hoping the future will release me!