You’re caught up in a habit of watching sand fall through the cracks. But it isn’t sand that slips through the crevices, it’s the ashes of cremated dreams that rain down through your glass timer. These dreams die daily; and when it’s over, you simply turn the dial and let yourself disappear again. Your arms and legs move instinctively, struggling to stay afloat, but you’re swimming in sand, and drowning in a desert of routine exhaustion.
Take your time to enjoy what is important, and maybe you’ll find yourself building castles on a beach instead of sinking in quicksand.