Too late to pursue...

Time is such a crazy thing, a junction of every second turning into minutes then hours, and finally into a lifetime. More precious than gold, money, or talent. In the end, it all comes down to how long we still have left to live. And recently I have become aware that I perhaps don't have as much as I thought I did. Yet I keep wasting it, while at the same time grasping for opportunities to make it seem like I am not. To excuse the fact that, as it turns out, I have no idea what I'm supposed to be doing, but still allow myself the satisfaction of knowing that perhaps I have not completely fallen off track. I think I'm rambling again. I need a break.