Maybe...

We have but one lifetime to set things right. Then again, how much rights have humans done? Too heavy? Perhaps. It's Sunday night after all, that dreaded witch hours when everything turns lethargic, slow-mo.

I would have preferred a more fruitful weekend. But not this one.

Time, in abundance, causes a illusion of infinitude. I know I should have gone for that run; how about that planned visit to the library? But wilfully, I talked myself out of things: maybe later, maybe tomorrow.

Time passed, is lost forever. It turns out to be "maybe never". Well, there is still tomorrow. Maybe. We'll see.

See what I mean.

It occurs to me how ill prepared I am for this life...