There is a gap of time from when I’m sitting here writing
this to when you are reading it. That gap
is different for everyone. It can be as
little as a few seconds to weeks later.
Neither you nor I can tell what transpires during that gap.
Maybe during that gap, a farmer has had time to feed his
animals, or a teacher has spent it grading papers. Perhaps some politician is standing in front
of his mirror getting dressed, while he tries to convince himself that he’ll
never get caught.
Whether or not I post my gibberish doesn’t change what people
do. They will fill that bit of time, no
matter what is at the beginning or end of it.
It only becomes a gap when you decide to read what I’ve written.
The fate of the world is in your hands.
1 comment:
My "Gap" has a cup of coffee and some inspiring words and a laugh or two! Thanks!
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