Time

Time. A challenge all of mankind faces, but yet I feel so alone. How am I supposed to deal with this? Is there a book written that tells me how I can face the omnipresent calendar, who judges my character when I fail to meet his deadlines? Because when I slow down I have to remember. The world doesn't stop with me. It continues. Seasons and people change and go. They don't wait for me. I am moving forward, trying to evolve into a butterfly. But to this fat caterpillar, it seems impossible. The world never stops. It doesn't give me a chance to breathe. A chance to worry about the person I'm becoming. A chance to change my ways and realize what lies ahead. A chance to look up into the skies above. Above me, what is above me? Is there a god, mocking me, preventing my transformation? Or is there a glass faced clock, ticking slowly, begging me to bide my time.