One Minute
Sometimes you see the seconds slip past and you wonder when it was you started wasting your life. You wish, for just one minute, you could plug up your life’s hourglass and take the time to figure out what the fuck has gone on since you lost track. You’d sit there and try to count each miniscule grain and wonder what moment it held, what it meant to you before it fell in the ever-growing pile – if you had been paying enough attention at the time to notice. And then you’d look up, see the impending, innumerable sands above you, and make a decision:
You won’t let those grains fall for nothing anymore. As soon as the plug is out, as soon as your hold fragile on time is gone, not a grain will slip past without something worthwhile making it up.
Starting with the last 60 seconds.
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