Tug Of War

Everyday is a tug of war. A tug of war of me against time. It ticks slowly on by, not caring, lazily letting minutes pass. Completely undeterred by the fear so many fear of time. For me it's college. I am on one end; the losing end. While time doesn't even have to do much pulling before I lose. Because there are 17 days left. And time is not on my side. And the more I try to pull the rope my way, the more time slips by and gives another tug. So finally I give up. I give in. I let time pull me; or drag me rather, across the line it wanted to all this time. And I lose, but by losing this game of tug of war with time, I've really won.

Written July 31, 2012