If you waste five minutes of time a day, over the course of a year that adds up to one full work day. Think of five wasted minutes as a slow-release holiday drug. Savour it.
It was pivotal in making you but you don't remember it. Or do you? Do we understand the events that make us who we are? Do we understand the factors that make us do the things we do?
I'd change you bandages for you, but you don't have any and that's a big issue here.
Actually, it's not the impertinence I'm punishing him for, it's that he let other people know what he wanted.
In periods of rapid personal change, we pass through life as though we are spellcast. We speak in sentences that end before finishing. We sleep heavily because we need to ask so many questions as we dream alone. We bump into others and feel bashful at recognizing souls so similar to ourselves.
And then I though about us... these children who fell down life's cartoon holes... dreamless children, alive but not living--we emerged on the other side of the cartoon holes fully awake and discovered we were whole.