Why Does Time Always Slip Away at the Worst Moments?

This morning felt just like a whirlwind—I kept rushing from one task to another, all because I realized I was late for my appointment.
You know how it is; trying to grab a quick snack, find misplaced keys, and convince yourself that “I’ll definitely make it on time!” But inevitably, minutes tick faster than you expect.
It’s these little everyday stresses that remind me how chaotic life can be, yet somehow we always manage to laugh it off later.
Does anyone else feel like time has its own plans sometimes?