Has flown by and you are so much bigger now.
Always growing and adapting, accepting the changes and flowing with them.
You are the epitome of magnificence and grace.
Smart and beautiful, strong enough to move oceans and earth.
Out in the world I have sent you and though I do worry and fret,
my dear daughter, you can conquer the world.
Time is a concept; a
Irrelevant and yet
We all have a finite
amount of time and what we choose to do with it is what defines us.
We all live so
differently and yet, somehow the same.
Afraid to die,
afraid of time.
Not enough time.
Never enough time.
Not to do the things
we really want to.
Instead we are
conditioned to do the will of others.
Conditioned to spend
our time as slaves.
But there are those that have beguiled their way into better time spent.
Sweet release of the chains and living freely, unashamed and unpressed for time.
I wish to be one,