Not me. In the last week I’ve come across so many interesting ideas that can be turned into books, that should be turned into books. But where is the time? I sit here now with my eyes closing, heavy with a threatening sleep. But no! I want to write this. I want to read and explore. Time runs out it seems, every day.
I guess it’s a warning, that time is always running out, that I should use my precious portion with great care. That doesn’t mean I have to use every moment to produce something material, but every moment should matter.
That’s all. I wanted to share that with you, as I sip my juice and read about horses and how they continue to change the lives of people today. Just another idea, waiting for development.
