For her, time passed atrociously slow in the gleaming sun, where she sold her wares. For her, time passed atrociously slow in the classroom, where she learned another complex lesson. For her, time passed atrociously fast as she tried to grasp the life slipping by in the hospital room. Speed of time is subjective. And often we are left looking back at the past rather than living. #speed #YQBaba So live. What's stopping you?
