Twice, down this road...

Things are looking a bit familiar; it's both comforting and disturbing, though.

I've realized I'm (almost) full circle, here.

I'd like to say that I've learned my lesson. I suppose only time will tell.

This time, instead of impatiently running through, I'll take my time; feel it out. Every inch, every breath; I'll live in it.

I won't let myself get the best of me; I won't destroy my chances.

I'll be patient and I'll give my all, even if it breaks me: it'll be worth it; that much, I'm sure.

Full circle isn't such a bad thing, then (so long as the lesson's been learned).

It's a blessing, in disguise, really.

I won't mess this one up with my impatience.

Just in time.

Just a quick thought before I slip into slumber:

You're not fighting time; you're fighting yourself.

I'm beginning to realize that usually when we think that time is running out, it's not. What is running out is our patience and our ability to sit in a given situation. Time isn't as short as we make it out to be--it was here well before us, and will be here well after us. We just need to make ourselves match its vibrations. They're a lot slower and more steady than we think.

In all, the things we think we are going to lose, can't be held by rushing. The things that we are losing, can't be held by wishing time back. We end up blaming time for our inability to recognize the moment for what it is: life; a connection; a moment in all its preciousness. We let our fear of loss cloud the moment, and when it has passed, we say it was because time was too short. We rush the moments past us by constantly seeing ourselves in their endings, living there while the moment is around us.

All that can be done is to sit; enjoy the moments for what they are--the feel of a hand in your own; the taste of a kiss; the sound of your name leaving a caring mouth; the warmth of a smile. Things that are meant to be in your life will be. People who are meant to be in your life will be. Everything else goes with time.