Would you rather life be even shorter?

Baby to adult in a day.

Milestones reached in an hour.

A new phase of life each second.

It sounds hellish.

A curse of the highest order.

Enough to make the mind break and the soul crumble.

Yet you live life like there is a finish line.

Racing from place to place like you must be first.

Forgetting that we all stand upon a tightrope.

Trying to balance what we have and have not.

Above the abyss of oblivion.

Occasionally doing well enough to forget that this life is not a race.