give me back my time

Who knows where the time goes?

I do.

I know that someone said that we were supposed to run around the house yesterday and reset all the clocks….that I had to figure out my Casio again….that I was going to wake up late and right on time this morning.

Someone made the rules and we followed….just so we had a chance of being in sync with all the other people who followed the rules.

That’s a rule that would be pretty darn stupid to break.

It would be a shame to show up late all the time.

Time is a funny thing.

People say things that are close to “you can’t change time”…..or….maybe “you can’t change the past” (I think that the second one is the only one I’ve ever heard anyone say)…..but if it was the first one…….here we are running around and following the rules and it feels like we’re changing time.

Oh, well….give me a day or two and I’ll forget that anything happened.

Anyway….I can’t whine about everything forever.

Whining gets so old.

I don’t have time to whine forever.

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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