surviving the storm

running out of time

It's the nights like this that make me think. When I'm abandoned and all alone. When I finally get time for myself and I can sort out my thoughts one by one. Not having any outside distraction to bother and shun me. Sometimes I wish the world could just slow down. Just for a minute or two. For it to steep speed and have people to look around. To see how far they have come to look around and see what they have to look and examines oneself, as you enter your mind to find who you really are. We're to focused on speeding going, more renovation more building, humans are focused on the new that it's as if they're running. We're all running a race against time. Not stopping for a glass of water. Some will fail and fall, others will continue steady, meanwhile others will succeed successfully. But in this world we all just keep on going and never stop. Maybe the world was meant to be this way, to not slow down and keep on going. In a way it's true we move one we have the power to adapt to our environments. It's the one who are stuck in the past who will perish themselves without knowing. But maybe sometimes, we do need a break and enjoy what we have or reminisce what life has given us and how we use those tools. Time will never stop it keeps on going just like us we keep on growing until we leave this world. Yet we should make time for ourselves. This world is temporary but we should not live it a fast pace but at our own pace. For we are all running out of time, as a minute goes by. But even so, we need to make the best out of the time we are given.