Once upon a cloud I seemed, to drift and drab and forever dream.
And with that cloud my tears were proud, knowing now I'll never seem.
Despite the obvious fact that I'll never be Bruce Lee, Jim Morrison, or Larry Bird, I don't spend enough time being thankful for being Jason Michael "Freaking" Sardi.
I don't spend enough time on that.
I don't spend enough time saying, "I love you" to those I care about.
I don't spend enough time trying to make lives better because I exist.
I don't spend enough time making money at what I love to do.
I don't spend enough time being comfortable.
I don't spend enough time being sleepy.
I don't spend enough time doing.
Time will eventually catch up.
And I don't want to be a stranger to Time.
I need to spend more time.
What is time if it is not well spent?
Time.
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