With the universe seemingly enlarging one would think we could have more time in a day, or at least label our time better. 12 hours for chatting, 15 for sleep, and 5 for figuring out your new phones. But, as I see it, something has to go, for we are all aspiring to the stars with our time. And, while we can control the contents of our day, we can't change the container itself. I suppose if we flew towards the sun at the speed with which it moved the technical day would never end, but that presents other problems. We have to sleep sometime, and always travelling in one direction with no end is the same as standing still with no end. Both limit you ridiculously when it comes to options and potential.
Look at your day, now look at mine. Look back at yours. Now look back at mine. Aren't you happy you have your day? I'm happy to have mine. No two would be alike. All of them are 24 hours, though, and don't you doubt it. How many of these things will we get? Enough to throw them at being bored, that is for sure, or spending time doing something we hate for its uselessness, like reading the ingredients in a twinky. There is no justifying the end product on that one.
I commit right now to spend my days better. The day isn't getting anymore hours, but those hours are about to get fatter, and if they spill over into tomorrow hopefully I can ride them like a wave into the sunset and my endless day will be now.
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