late night thoughts.

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It isn't night.
and it isn't too late, I hope.
but I've been thinking a lot lately, it's one thing that's constantly on my mind, time.
Time is a relative things, or maybe it's the speed that you need to cut a certain distance.
or it's the tick- tock of clocks.
it's the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years you waste like you own them.
it's funny, how one minute could be crucial, could change your whole life forever.
and you wouldn't even see it coming.
we demand time to heal our wounds, we blame it for our mistakes.
'if I can go back in time and change what I did '
'if only I had more time'
'it's the wrong timing'
they're all lies, we feed ourselves so willingly, reluctant to believe that we have total control of our lives.
and I'm thinking it's absurd, how we blame a concept of our making for things that we do have complete control of. 
a minute could feel like an eternity, if you were waiting for something, a month could fly by like a week if you didn't learn to appreciate every breath you take.
if you take everything for granted, if you take your time with someone for granted, you won't know what it's like to live.
Time alone isn't enough, to make a real change, to improve, we need courage, fire-will, and real faith. and in addition to enough time, anything could happen. 

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