I often feel oppressed by time and worry over its passing and the passages of my family and my life. I seem to want to record or grasp hold of passing moments, perhaps to the exclusion of actually experiencing and savoring them. Each moment is a gift from God and should be savored—one doesn't know how many such moments one has in life, how many are remaining. On the other hand, I have also felt dissatisfied in various moments, like I cannot wait for them to pass to get to another time, another day, another week. I feel restless and often at a loss at to what to do. My books often seem to be a panacea for this restlessness, but in the act of writing them I am restless for the end of the book to come. What folly!
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