Time > Everything

Okay, only 5 minutes. Okay, what is coming to mind. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. ________. Only having 5 minutes is hitting me, me– but I can't think of anything. nothing. nothing is coming to mind time, time, time! Time is ticking. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock. I have become aware of my mortality. It is setting in. Am I wasting time writing this? Each second is worth more than anything in the world. Time is a resource and I'm wasting it. No! I like–I love writing. I'm scared to do it, but I need to write. I want to create, so time spent writing is time spent well. Even if it's not used to create, but thoughts like this are fine so many topics covered. When will 5 minutes be over. it’s a lot longer than I thought. I can feel time’s pressure loom over me. It's heavy. It's suffocating. It's daunting standing in thinking about time. The one master that erode all things physical and mental and we are all bound by it. It is the master of all things. Time beats rock, paper, and scissors. Jesus Christ! Even he can’t win.