I've always been time conscious. Time for me is important because as we all know, it is passing. It flies by so fleetingly, so elusive that it can only be captured by cameras through pictures. But then again, like time, cameras and pictures are ephemeral. Cameras and pictures may last longer then we may, still, eventually they’ll come to an end.
The times that have passed can’t be turned back, save from, perhaps through our memory palace. But then again, time is constantly moving; forward, it goes on and on. Never looking back, it leaves us behind with a "closed mind" and with an ultimate goal: to outdo us, to outlive us, to defeat all of us.
But then again, like time, my consciousness of its transience has passed. For a month now, I have been coming not later than 8:30. For a month now, only once did I come to work at a striking 7:58 am. My tardiness has accumulated and has equated to one and a half days of absence. I could only laugh at my own fate. With the meager salary that I am receiving, such tardiness won’t help a bit.
So now, I am waking up from this rather apathetic and oblivious state. Just today, I’ve made my move… I timed in at exactly 8:28 in the morning… Now that’s a change.
