Days go by too fast sometimes, like water in waterfalls. Every drop of water is thrusted so repetitively over the edge, falling just like the last drop, but not even a second ago. Rarely, if ever, do you actually remember a specific molecule that is different than the others. Yet its consistent, it moves over the edge, falls upon gravity’s command and blends with its peers at the bottom below. Much like the days passing, its difficult to say my life is in progression.
In reality of it all, the truth of a waterfall is wrapped in aggression, force, and acceleration, yet is a mystic, beautiful, euphoric thing, much like life, as a whole, somewhat oxymoronic, but positively reluctant. That as I continue to grow as one (perpetually, unwillingly), it makes me a stronger better person.