Dear Diary,

I wish I could explain why it’s been so long since we’ve chatted randomly. Clearly, there’s no excuse. It seems that “adulthood” is creating a workaholic out of my waking hours. I think I miss misspending time. Maybe all those years spent studying weren’t so misspent after all.

When I pause to consider the pages of my calendar gone by, I wonder where the time went. That’s the illusion of calculating time. The days, the months, the years always mean so little. Only the moments count. If I stop to think about what happened when I was 6 or 10 or 17 years old, the numbers are meaningless. However, if I ponder a friendship, a face, a moment when I held someone’s hand, the world suddenly comes into focus.

Time becomes so blurred when we only track our lives with numbers instead of moments, real life moments.

We’ll talk soon. Peace.
Daniel 🙂