We may not always feel like we have the time to do the things we want to do. But there always seems like enough time to think about doing the things we want to do. If there is time to dream, there is time to do.
"And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea"
-A stanza from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot
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