On time

We used to have buckets of time, and we'd spend it all together, it seemed. We didn't need to make appointments, we didn't need to set a time and date for anything. Meeting up was effortless, it was what we did. Time spent apart seemed a waste.

We would meet up and the days would never end. A weekend would stretch out into the week. We'd end up parting and then couldn't wait to start it all again.

And then we grew up and got lives, or perhaps we lost them. Now we have to go through our appointment books and figure out a time when we can all make it. And even then you never know, something else might turn up. More important. Opportunities. Commitments.

That's life.