I came home from school several days ago so tired and exhausted that I immediately fell asleep. I felt so revived after my long nap, but soon realized I had done nothing since I got home. I rushed through my work and chores, a process which seemed like forever. When I finally finished, I felt rather upset because my day had begun as quickly as it ended. In this modern, fast-paced society, life becomes quite repetitive for many people. Unfortunately, I'm one of them. Anyway, I plunged face down onto the sofa, defeated and depressed. When I finally collected myself, I began to reach for a magazine sitting atop of the coffee table. At first glance, the way in which the magazine laid lifelessly and uselessly atop of the coffee table seemed to me like a reflection of myself. The ticking of my clock caught my attention, for my house was dead quiet and it was the only noise to be heard. I could have sworn it felt like it was already nine but to my surprise, the hour hand still had barely struck eight. Amazing, no? I took a minute or two to decide on what to do with the extra hour, and it might have been the silence in the room, or the weariness caused by rushing through my work, but I slowly drifted back to sleep.

If we all had an extra hour each day, what would you do with it? 0 thoughts

I came home from school several days ago so tired and exhausted that I immediately fell asleep. I felt so revived after my long nap, but soon realized I had done nothing since I got home. I rushed through my work and chores, a process which seemed like forever. When I finally finished, I felt rather upset because my day had begun as quickly as it ended. In this modern, fast-paced society, life becomes quite repetitive for many people. Unfortunately, I'm one of them. Anyway, I plunged face down onto the sofa, defeated and depressed. When I finally collected myself, I began to reach for a magazine sitting atop of the coffee table. At first glance, the way in which the magazine laid lifelessly and uselessly atop of the coffee table seemed to me like a reflection of myself. The ticking of my clock caught my attention, for my house was dead quiet and it was the only noise to be heard. I could have sworn it felt like it was already nine but to my surprise, the hour hand still had barely struck eight. Amazing, no? I took a minute or two to decide on what to do with the extra hour, and it might have been the silence in the room, or the weariness caused by rushing through my work, but I slowly drifted back to sleep.

If we all had an extra hour each day, what would you do with it? 0 thoughts