Time Terrors and Candy Shop Capers
Embracing the absurdity of life’s Tick-Tock.
Let’s play a game where I tell you what to picture.
You wake up in the dead of night, not a clue about the time. Ah, the blissful ignorance.
You roll over and drift back to dreamland, completely unaware that the alarm is just 40 minutes away. No worries, no cares.
And when that blasted alarm finally does blare, you rise with the grace of a well-rested angel as if you hadn’t been tossing and turning a mere 40 minutes earlier.
Now, let’s flip the script for a bit.
This time, instead of blissful ignorance, you get a glimpse of the clock.
Oh boy, you’re panicking. Your blood starts pumping, anxiety takes hold, and you frantically calculate how little time remains for precious shut-eye.
Sound familiar? Isn’t that just how most of us stumble through nights?
Sorry, I meant through life.
When we don’t know the minutes ticking away, we’re calm as can be. But it should be the complete opposite, shouldn’t it?
Why must we experience life’s tragic blows to change how we live, how we seize the day, and to stop putting off the things we know we should be doing?
