This is not something new. From the beginning of time, mankind has had to face the same nagging problem that we of the modern century deal with every moment of our lives:

Too much to do. Too little time to do it in.

Not just the obligations of school or work, either. How about life obligations? Like time to go see the Pyramids before you die. Or time to have coffee with that friend who you used to be really close to but whose life has gone one way and yours had gone another. Or time to stop and watch a bird as it listens for worms. Or time to watch the sun set on yet another all-too-short day.

Sometimes I wonder if there’s enough time to live in a single lifetime. But that could just be the insomnia talking.

With the schedules that most of us at work maintain, we end up spending more time thinking about what we could be doing as opposed to what we are doing. We have more to do than there are hours in the day to do it all. Some of us kill ourselves trying to keep up. Others just give up entirely.

Somehow, no matter what we do, we still end up feeling dry, wrung out, and exhausted.

It’s times like these that I thank the Lord for being my sole source of strength. Because it’s times like these that remind me that I have no strength of my own to rely on.

Meanwhile, I’m writing the president to ask him if there’s any possible way to get a few more hours added on to the day. Yeah, sounds like a plan.