You 're moments late to literally everything . You watch busses pull away as you run behind them , girls get asked out as you walk up to them , and you have never caught a green light . One day though , you arrive on time . [ WP ]

Time is a fickle thing. On our best days, it seems to slip through our hands like gold flecked sand. When clouds of gloom come to loom, time strangles us like tar. We measure our lives in time, and give it value based on how we use this time. Time needs to be chopped up and cut into a thousand bite sized bits. Perfect for our day long meal. Work at 7:00Am, Leave at 4:00Pm, home by 4:30Pm, relax for no later than 5:00Pm. Each day, the pendulum chimes for all to hear, and so we all get stressed. All but me. I used to stress out. Rushing down the block, I would wave my arms and swings to try and catch a bus I was scheduled to miss. Class was always in session as I would covertly slip into the nearest seat. Nights went by where I would check my alarm thrice and then thrice more. At dawn, I was a tornado of movement. With all the time I shaved off my routine, I still ended up late. Never on time, and never understanding why. Thankfully, people adapt. 
 
 I am always late, so I have nowhere to be. The only time I miss something is if I schedule it, or plan it. Certain freedom comes into play when you avoid that. Life becomes this one grand stroll, where you never really have a place to be, so you have to enjoy the now. 
 
 Same idea when it comes to people. I was too late visiting my best friend in the hospital. My little cursed cost me some final moments with him. Anger coursed through my veins that day. Then acceptance cooled the fury still in me. Then understanding helped me to realize we merely need to enjoy those we have now. Overall, I am glad I have this terrible facet to my character. Looking at all those rushing around like ants, I can not help but feel boundless. Never being able to plan for the future, I love those that I have now. Honestly, I'm a better person because of it. Like some kind of new age sage that travels about with warm tea and open toe sandals. 
 
 One day though, by chance, I did arrive on time. It was at a bus stop, right as the bus was pulling up. There was a man that got one before me. He looked exactly like me.
