I Hate This Pace

I walked into the restroom on campus and glanced at the wall to read "I Hate This Pace." I thought, how profound for something on a bathroom wall. Then I realized my eyes- which I swear are giving up on me- had tricked me and it read "I Hate This Place." Much more fitting for a university restroom, don't you think?


But as I was walking to the bus, the only thing running through my mind was "I hate this pace." I think life has sort of hit me at that pace. I spend my days running to work, only to dash off to class, and then to a group meeting, to study, or to sleep. Do I hate this pace? Or is this just the pace life happens at? I think this is just the pace I've chosen and I can't say I say I mind. I'm where I want to be, doing what I want to be doing. Finally. Just one question though- when's it going to be over? :)