Fleeting

Time.

Ever-existent, but never-changing.

Luckily and unluckily, it's only thing in this world that doesn't ever adapt to it's surroundings.

When the economy is fluctuating and friendships grow old, there is one thing you can count on.

That time will continue passing, at the same exact speed that it did for the dinosaurs, and the exact same speed that it will for your great great great great grandchildren.

So, how does it feel?

Every word you read, your life is slipping away.

Another second just went by.

And yet another.

Sometimes you begin to wonder why you are even doing everything we do, all that we say and think.

I came upon this poem in one of the most life-changing chain mail's I've ever received, supposedly written by a teenager in a hospital while awaiting her death... and since then I remember it every time I get too caught in life and forget to breathe.

SLOW DANCE

Have you ever watched kids

On a merry-go-round?

Or listened to the rain

Slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?

Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You'd better slow down

Don't dance so fast

Time is short

The music won't last

Do you run through each day

On the fly?

When you ask "How are you?"

Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done

Do you lie in your bed

With the next hundred chores

Running through your head?

You'd better slow down

Don't dance so fast

Time is short

The music won't last

Ever told your child

"We'll do it tomorrow?"

And in your haste,

Not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch,

Let a good friendship die

Cause you never had time

To call and say "Hi"?

You'd better slow down

Don't dance so fast

Time is short

The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere

You miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through your day,

It is like an unopened gift...

Thrown away.

Life is not a race

Do take it slower

Hear the music

Before the song is over.