Everyday I go. I go nonstop. Always busy, I keep going. My mother always calls out "Wait!" but by then I have continued onto my next journey, my awaiting adventures. You never know how fast you are going until someone runs into you. You crash, hard, and drop just about everything that was previously contained in that silly little head of yours. With a disruption of course, and a loss of thought, you get up and realize that this once tiny path that you began, is rather a slab of pavement that runs infinite in every direction. If only you waited, this currently rushed decision would have been well thought out and determined before you collided the real world. If only you would have waited, to enjoy each moment thoroughly. But really, who has that kind of time?