You realize one day that you’re running out of time. You have this unsettling feeling that the Earth is spinning faster and faster, and that your control over it is growing weaker and weaker. You begin to entertain a fear that you will wake up tomorrow to a text from your service provider saying that your plan has expired. You have used up all your available data and someone else has beaten you. It’s over. Please call 1 800-YOU-LOSE for more information.
And yet you don’t know what to do. It seems you’ve tried everything, but nothing clicks. You look at the world outside your window-screen and see how it pales to one inside your laptop-screen. What did they do to deserve it? Why haven’t you found it yet?
So you decide that today will be the day. You put on your best expedition gear and seek about for a faithful crew. But this proves more challenging than you anticipated. They ask you strange questions like “So, how…?” and “With what…?” and (worst of all) “And why…?”
This final question echoes in your mind as you work in what you swear to yourself is a “side job” to afford the next piece of the puzzle. It hides in your words as you tell everyone that you’re going to school, when that never really was the plan. And it keeps you moving as you pace for hours trying to remember it all just the way it was. “Why?” Why?” “WHY?”
Until finally you make a new, astonishing realization: There are more of you. They may not look like you or act like you, but they’re thinking the same thing. They’re spread across the world (and perhaps beyond) sitting in the same chairs staring into the same screens, offering nothing more than the stories and experiences they so deeply care about, but unsure of what to do with them. Every day they sit, uttering the same words that no one ever seems to fully comprehend: “Running. Out. Of. Time.”
That’s why. It’s for them. No. Not for them. Through them. Within them. With them.
With you?