I hate time.
I'm not kidding, I really mean it.
I fucking HATE time.
The concept of time... as I lack one, is a source of eternal frustration for me.
But what I REALLY hate is when time becomes my enemy. I miss the blissful days of my youth, where running through all the imaginary worlds possible in my backyard kept me oblivious to the need to track something so silly as TIME.
Now, as an "adult" time is constantly thrown in my face as a challenge. Don't miss the deadline... don't stop moving... or time will beat you.
Well, I suppose it will eventually beat us all... but why do we put ourselves through this artificial segmentation of our very existence?
Does it give us comfort? Or is it just another temptation in the plethora of numbing activities provided to us by modern civilization to help us forget WHO we are?
I'm not quite sure... but I know this. I'm fucking sick of time.
So, I'm calling on my friends to join me in small rebellion... just in the space of a few breaths...
Give up time. Just be. Let's see what happens.