Some days feel an eternity long. Some mornings appear to pass in the blink of an eye. This morning I arrived to work about the same time as always. I began to prep for class and the next thing I realized it was almost time for my first group of students to walk in and I was no where near ready for them.
I don't know how some days seem to drag on forever while others pass in a moment. The things I find most disconcerting is when the day begins in a whirlwind and then slows down a couple hours later, to pass at the slowest rate possible. The mysteries of time will probably forever vex my mind.
Yet while I am dwelling and seemingly inconsistency of the time space continuum, I am left to day dream about escaping the worlds that being me warmth and comfort. I long to sit and absorb myself in another's problems and issues. I want to escape that which is around me always and delve into the unknown.
Is there a way I could simply stay home and read books all day every day? Will somebody pay me to do this? or really simply pay my student loans while I read? Either way I desire to escape the mundane and live in a world of fiction.
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