The birds were flying back and forth between the farmland and the dump as she made her way down the road to school. She flew passed the birds disturbing their early morning food run. She caught the glimpse of them and wandered what it would be like to not be tied down to something. Not needing to rely on anything except for the wind and the food chain. "Nice thoughts," she said out loud, "Too bad they are only that..thoughts." She hastily returned to her drive concentrating on the road ahead of her and making sure that she reached her destination with time to spare. As she continued down the road she thought about how many paths there are to go down and the fact that there is simply too many things that she would love to do, but stands the chance of running out of of time. "Time!" she yelled into the empty car. Why does it always come down to the amount of time she thought, and really what is time? Does time actually exist or does it just give us a place holder for memories passed? She thought about what the world would be like without the counting of years, months, days, hours, minutes and seconds. Could it work? Or has society become too reliable? These were question she couldn't answer and at that moment didn't want to answer. Instead, she thought, I would rather think about the birds and the fact that they have no knowledge of time, no knowledge of what has come before them, and no knowledge of what is too become after them.
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