a watched clock means wasted time

The hands of the clock and the sands of time pass whether watched or not. Sometimes I catch myself working on a project and momentarily staring at the clock somewhat fascinated at how it just keeps on going and I'm watching my life slip away as I stare. There are times I wish to be free of a preoccupation with time. For me, the older I get and the more time passes, it continues to pass like the speeding Red Line train in south Chicago, always running late. Leaving me feeling at times like I'm missing a plethora of opportunities and moments as I watch the train I need to be on pass by. I think I've discovered that if I spend precious time mourning over minutes and hours lost, I lose more. Almost redundantly, if I spend too much time worrying over the time that has not yet arrived, I lose more. The only solution is to try and make the most of the moment that I have right now. A concept that is almost generic I've heard it so much, but how much of my life am I really living in the moment. Living in the moment is my mind, my heart, my full attention and focus being preoccupied with the present. If I can squeeze every drop out of right now like the limes into my Corona, I can live with the least regret. So as I glance again at the clock and realize, it's that time... I have to go now, I don't want to miss the train. Live for today, be immersed in today... live the hell out of right now.