Hurry

Catch yourself in a rush, hurrying for no reason, trying to accomplish a task quickly and as fast as possible. Such speed is fine if you’re on a schedule, pressed for time, but there are those moments where there is absolutely no need to rush, and yet one continues to hurry and act impulsively out of habit; to complete a task only to be left with spare time that one has no idea what to do with anyway: Hurrying for the sake of hurrying with nothing to do after, rushing to save time that you will not know what to do with, time that will leave you bored from the feeling that there is nothing to do, though you just had something to do, but rushed through it; then the realization of it all… I would rather take my time.

Hating To Admit It

 A person says, “I hate to admit it but….” Followed by some kind of apology or confession that they were wrong and the other right. But why ‘hate’ admitting it? If one cared more about the truth of the matter at hand then one would love admitting it because the point was to get closer to the truth of the matter. But how much does the truth of the issue really matter? Isn’t it much more rewarding to be right?

Traffic Lights

I sit at a traffic light in my car. The light is red. I am anticipating the light turning green. I am anxious to get on my way; I’m heading straight. There are lights to the left and right of the light I have my eye fixed on. The light to the left is a light for cars that will be making a left hand turn. The light to the left turns green: a green arrow. For a split second I think it’s my green, the green that will allow me to continue, the green that has me taking my foot of the break for an instant, but it’s not. I have to keep sitting there.