hypothetically

and if you did have a remote control, how far would you forward?

would you know when to stop? or would it be awfully tempting to hit the button and just keep pressing, to keep racing through all this muck?

upon reaching the end, you'd wish you had taken longer, slowed down, slow-motioned, even. for some parts.


i'm living for tomorrows -- many of us are -- but i'm genuinely trying to remind myself that every day has its purpose and its charm.

and those that don't seem charming simply need more spirits.