"Drip, drip, drip the moment sputters. Sick on its own importance and pregnant with the present silence. Time taunts, flaunts, and fictitiously lies that every second it gifts counts. When often time is an unwelcome guest at an already burnt dinner.
Yet maybe do we stop to ask if we are in fact the unwelcome guest, too distracted to read the menu and insisting we are alergic.
What then, if instead of frustration at the unempathetic march of the hour, we choose to enjoy it's company. Not demanding more, not insisting less, not wishing for different. But simply in time, admiring the drip drip drip it offers. In that minute we can count not 60 seconds but 60 offers.
Offers to listen.
Offers to learn.
Offers to order something new.
Offers to be un-us.
Offers to be us once more."
Drip by Adam Smith