I always feel like and say there's "not
enough time," but, really that's a) crazy, when you think about the age of the universe; and b) wasteful, when you think about the relatively infinitesimal span of a
human life, or even of human existence.
If there's not enough time in my lifetime or in a day for all the things
I'm trying to get done and check off my to-do list so that I can finally enjoy myself, where does
that leave me at the end? It leaves me filling my life with racing
around, focusing on the little things, while putting off being happy.
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