Time is such a fickle beast.
One moment it seems like a minute will never pass and sixty seconds are an interminable era, but then you blink and your life is half past. I still love my life; I don’t pine for any days gone by or wish myself back to some glowing moment I have already experienced. But some days? Some days time feels like a taskmaster, and the weariness of trudging the linear timeline seeps in.