Life in the fast lane

Do you ever feel like life is whizzing by at an impossible pace? Ever felt like every time you stopped to breathe, it was either too short a time? And if it'd felt too long, 'too long' is over before you know it.

Every day is happening too fast, even when nothing happens at all. I still feel young, but that won't last too long.

Tomorrow I'll be thirty. The day after that I'll be forty. The day after that fifty, or maybe even dead. What will I have to show for it? Lots, at least to me. But is it enough? It's never enough. I want too much but don't have the means to chase after them all. And if I did, at the end, would I ever wish I'd paused to breathe?

I don't want to die unfulfilled, crying for dreams still on the shelf.