Lost track of time

We’re running out of time.

From this moment onwards we will forever be running, both from and towards time. From time in the sense that we are unable to ever really know if we are on the right track. We run from time because we are afraid of what the future may hold for us. Simultaneously we also run towards time in the sense that once we get caught up in something it is only moments until we can’t wait for it to be over. Waiting for the day to end, waiting for the weekend and waiting for a lunch break. It’s literally 13 days till we start our final examination for high school.

I just want to press pause even if it were just a minute or an hour of my day. Just to breathe and take in the fresh air and not be drowned by thoughts of my future as well as my present.

To be absolutely free of all worries.

Well what am I even writing this for if I feel as though I’m being chased by time. I should be outside enjoying what’s left of these free days.

Worry and carefree days.

Days of golden sunshine and crystalline pools.

I suppose the next time I make a post I will be finished with all my exams, seeing as that’s how fast time goes by these days, and waiting for the next mundane thing to pop into my life.  

I don't know what he is holding in this picture but let's pretend it's a remote that can pause this illusion we call life: 

                                                                         (bellie-bun)