Distracting myself,busy all day,cannot accept another day lost totime.

Time—the old enemy,yet friend,it makes me a day olderyet wiser.

Another day of my life isgone.Past.

But I know that I did something that day;I did not sit around,waitingwaitingwaitingfor it to pass, andwaitingwaitingwaiting for the next day to come.

I readwrotelearnedasked questionsand went outside to the parkin that day.

So maybe it is worth being another dayolder,another second older—not that it’s my choice anyway.

I’ll enjoy it,I’ll love it,and I will not look back.