The band on my watch is cracking.

After five years of nearly constant use it’s finally giving way.

That’s a long time to wear a watch.

The tan lines deeply engrained across the skin of my wrist make me wonder of perhaps I should go without now and again.

vanity or sanity.

How attached to time I am.

Thinking of going without makes me realize my dependence on chunking out the day.

Piece by piece.

The seconds tick by.

Maybe my deteriorating watch band is a challenge to go without and learn to linger in, instead of constantly count down, the moments.

How to know.




All held back by a constant awareness of time and the next momentary and artificial landmark in my life.


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Do I live by time or live in time? Do I live for time or for moments in time? My thought for the day.


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