Wasted Time

It’s Monday again –
days passing through
my hands like sand,
no receptacle in which
to catch the granules –
why this sense of urgency?

In high school, I played hooky
wiped away the hours in empty
places, sought answers for
questions I could not articulate,
chased dust while others formulated
dreams – how is this any different?

Am I not just recreating the pattern,
painting over efforts with adult hues,
donning the pretence of self-importance
while occupied with vapid tasks – time
continues to slip by, and what have I
to show for it other than incessant panic?

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VJ

Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

15 thoughts on “Wasted Time”

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  3. Your words are beautiful, from their deeply personal origins to the strength of sharing them with the world. Thank you for doing that.

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  4. As the saying goes, ‘time stop for no one.’ I just turned 64, but my perspective has changed recently. Maybe because winter is almost over. I’m yearning for the rejuvenation that spring will bring. I can’t stop time, but I can build the moments and hope for a new horizon. Blessings to you. 🙂

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  6. You’ve put into words some of my own feelings at 71. Still so much I want to do, yet the days pass with so much undone. Everything takes longer….the body…even the will…doesn’t respond as it used to.

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