Time waits for no man.

In a world where time is of the essence, where one second can be the difference between right and wrong. We forget that time is just numbers. Time is not the be all and end all of who we are.

I have become so clued into a world based on timing. Being on time or early BUT never late. Does time really matter?

When I go to bed I instantly think about the next morning. What time I’ll be up at, how long I’ll spend training, when I’ll eat breakfast. I even think about what time I’ll be in bed tomorrow when I’ve just lay in bed for today.

Now that I’m injured, I have more time. I feel like I have so much time it’s going to swallow me whole. I don’t know what to do. I can’t train, I can’t really cook and I can’t really drive. I’m quite immobile and I know I should have some patience and just rest. But I’m not a patient person and I live by the clock.

Is that healthy? Because I’m either on the clock or I’m way off. So far off, I may aswell be dead.

I’m starting to think about the clock and how my life revolves around it, like it runs my life.

It should not. Time is not a person. Time is not emotional. Time does not care who you are.

So I must stop caring so much about time. I will always care for it, I need it. But I do not have to be controlled by it in every aspect of my life.

We should breathe, let the world roll on without us every once in a while and just let time be nothing more than air. Reflect about your life and laugh at things that used to make you cry.

Time won’t go anywhere, it’s where you take yourself that matters.