Time

 I think its funny how quickly time goes by. Six months ago I was trying to determine a lot more than I was now.  I finished school, but I guess I’m going to do more. Then I’ve been trying to figure out how I’m going to work out the details on a couple of books I want to do. It takes time, and that’s the problem. Time goes by too fast, and when you have other things that demand it, it gets tough to do what you want. It seems like you just have to keep pushing until whatever it is you’re doing is done. It’s not so much how quickly time goes by, just that you’re something with it. 

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