
Slaves to time,
a concept that
quietly dictates our lives.
Getting things done, while waiting for it to pass,
so we can overcome feelings of malaise, and look forward to pleasantries.
We anticipate events and outcomes;
self-induced anxiety.
We live as if time really is a linear concept
But what is time really?
How do you define it?
It’s overwhelming,
an omnipresent shadow.
If there’s one thing to know about time,
there’s only the present moment.
Picture taken by me in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina.
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