sroni | Musings on life

Sometimes it feels like life is flying past, it's hair blowing in the wind, and all I can do is stand there, gaping and staring as it goes by. Doesn't it ever stand still? No, it's always moving, never resting, never giving mere mortals a chance to catch up. It races ahead, mocking and laughing at those of us who can't keep up, and can't even hope to.