Time runs runs runs

The clock. Must keep my eye on the clock. Time runs runs runs and I am so busy and I must do this errand and complete that task but

Meaning. Making meaning. Creating meaning. That would be a life well lived, a life not regretted. To see how my meaning intersected with the meaning of others and the meaning of all things, all places, all times. I could live with that.

Time is to be lived, and not to be anxiously clung to, nor wasted.