revisited

Time passes so quickly sometimes. Especially when it's a race against time. Lots of things get done. Life shifts positions by larger quantums. But there is a sense of loss too. The sense of time not lived. I guess that's the price we have to pay. I guess, like all things related to this world, a balance is what is required.
I guess it makes one realise the importance of the time actually lived ... of the every moment one can remember. Not too much might have got done. But that is the life one can remember well, and fall back on to, for perspective.