Was it enough? That was the question he kept asking himself. Was being satisfied enough?

He looked
around him at everyone yearning to just be satisfied in their daily life and he had reached that goal. He
knew that he was satisfied and he also knew it wasn't going to be enough.

It seemed like it should have been so simple. There was nothing inherently difficult with getting the
project done. It was simple and straightforward enough that even a child should have been able to
complete it on time, but that wasn't the case. The deadline had arrived and the project remained
unfinished.

He took a sip of the drink. He wasn't sure whether he liked it or not, but at this moment it didn't matter.
She had made it especially for him so he would have forced it down even if he had absolutely hated it.
That's simply the way things worked. She made him a new-fangled drink each day and he took a sip of it
and smiled, saying it was excellent.

Although Scott said it didn't matter to him, he knew deep inside that it did. They had been friends as
long as he could remember and not once had he had to protest that something Joe apologized for doing
didn't really matter. Scott stuck to his lie and insisted again and again that everything was fine as Joe
continued to apologize. Scott already knew that despite his words accepting the apologies that their
friendship would never be the same.

She closed her eyes and then opened them again. What she was seeing just didn't make sense. She
shook her head seeing if that would help. It didn't. Although it seemed beyond reality, there was no
denying she was witnessing a large formation of alien spaceships filling the sky.

The light was out on the front porch of the house. This was strange. Judy couldn't remember a time
when she had ever seen it out. She hopped out of her car and walked to the door. It was slightly ajar and
she knew this meant something terrible. She gently pushed the door open and hall her fears were
realized. "Surprise! Happy Birthday!" everyone shouted.

Green vines attached to the trunk of the tree had wound themselves toward the top of the canopy. Ants
used the vine as their private highway, avoiding all the creases and crags of the bark, to freely move at
top speed from top to bottom or bottom to top depending on their current chore. At least this was the
way it was supposed to be. Something had damaged the vine overnight halfway up the tree leaving a
gap in the once pristine ant highway.

It probably seemed trivial to most people, but it mattered to Tracey. She wasn't sure why it mattered so
much to her, but she understood deep within her being that it mattered to her. So for the 365th day in a
row, Tracey sat down to eat pancakes for breakfast.

It had been a simple realization that had changed Debra's life perspective. It was really so simple that
she was embarrassed that she had lived the previous five years with the way she measured her worth.
Now that she saw what she had been doing, she could see how sad it was. That made her all the more
relieved she had made the change. The number of hearts her Instagram posts received wasn't any
longer the indication of her own self-worth.

Time is all relative based on age and experience. When you are a child an hour is a long time to wait but
a very short time when that’s all the time you are allowed on your iPad. As a teenager time goes faster
the more deadlines you have and the more you procrastinate. As a young adult, you think you have
forever to live and don’t appreciate the time you spend with others. As a middle-aged adult, time flies
by as you watch your children grow up. And finally, as you get old and you have fewer responsibilities
and fewer demands on you, time slows. You appreciate each day and are thankful you are alive. An hour
is the same amount of time for everyone yet it can feel so different in how it goes by.