Although the majority of life seems to be focused on moving forward, there have been so many occasions lately where I’ve been wanting to stop the hands of time. Everything is going by so fast. All the faces I see and all the places I go, they’ve all just become one big motion blur. So many times, I’ve wished I could just put my hands up in a stop signal and make everything stand still. I need a moment to catch my breath before it has me running after it again. I can’t find time for my friends, much less for myself. There are so many things that need to get done, and so little to accommodate to it. I find myself constantly racing against the clock or doing the exact opposite, waiting for the hands to knock off minutes and actually forward time (waiting for my bus would be a prime example). It depresses me, to be honest, how fast everything is going. I only have minutes in a day to register something before I need to digest another. Time… It scares me sometimes.