Which word best describes the tone of this passage? I imagine a day when I can wake up, eyes clear and untroubled. Wake up and t
hink, what should I do today? The sad reality is that I feel this urge, an invisible clock ticking, spurring me to action. I wonder if it's just me. What of the countless others I see, rushing about with hurried steps and harried faces? Are they pursued by the invisible hand of time too? They, I know, are its slaves, just as much as I am.
