Building Castles

Time flows into my hands and spills through the cracks between my fingers. Like grasping sand, I attempt to hold so tightly to something without definite form or shape. The arrogance of this futility, however, goes unnoticed by my self-awareness, choosing instead to think that I'm doing more good than harm. The reality is that time's intangibility is precisely the quality that makes it useful. Until I realize the extent of its abundance, I will not be able to see the beach for the sand.