(time)

It's nearly March, and I haven't written even half as much as I expected to. It's that laziness, that lack of self-discipline which I really wish I had more of. Alright, here I go again, being a total hypocrite. If I want to get things done, I shouldn't say "I wish", I should say "I will". You know, if we replaced half of the time we spend complaining with actually doing something, we'd be far better off, but instead we idly let hours slip by.

Time-that's another startling phenomenon. One second you're a child, and then before you know it you're in an adult world, surrounded by people who're too busy to even throw you a small word of kindness. It seems we are perpetually busy. It's a crazy cycle-as we get older, the time on our hands falls right through our fingers. People have less time for each other. We don't appreciate the little things done for us. We easily slip into anger, and shut oursleves away from the world, thinking we're doing ourselves a favour, when the only ones we're hurting are ourselves. Time leaves us empty, broken, dumbfounded and totally, utterly lost.

Go on, do something good, do something now. Before you realise it, before you wake up, it'll be far too late.