Tempus Fugit.
Time Flies.
I read that somewhere once. It's amazing how true it is. I honestly feel like the holidays are only just over. Actually, I hardly feel like they've already come and past! And here we are a month and a half into the New Year.
Time Flies. No kidding. Early last year for the first time I looked in the mirror and was Old. To my own eyes I looked old. To my own consciousness I, in every possible definition of the word, I felt old. I've always been young - physically, mentally, at heart, etc. But that day I was old. I haven't felt that way every day since. Far from it. But since that day I occassionally get that way again. It's not pleasant.
Time Flies. I'm 34 now, which makes me officially in my mid-thirties. That never mattered to me before. Lately it has. The world is zipping by and often I feel stuck here. I'm a rock in a flowing stream. I want and need to go down river, but I don't know how. I have no momentum and I'm not able to find/make the motivation to change my inertia.
I have no plans. I have no dreams. I'm ignorant of my future, potential or otherwise. I understand intellectually that any person has the ability to accomplish whatever they desire with enough effort. I know that I can do anything. I don't feel that though. Tomorrow is just another day, and it looks like the same day I'm having now, and the same I had yesterday.
Time Flies. Before I know it, I'm going to be 50 or 70 or Dead and what will I have done? How will my finite life have been spent? How does one begin a Legacy?
Time Flies.
I read that somewhere once. It's amazing how true it is. I honestly feel like the holidays are only just over. Actually, I hardly feel like they've already come and past! And here we are a month and a half into the New Year.
Time Flies. No kidding. Early last year for the first time I looked in the mirror and was Old. To my own eyes I looked old. To my own consciousness I, in every possible definition of the word, I felt old. I've always been young - physically, mentally, at heart, etc. But that day I was old. I haven't felt that way every day since. Far from it. But since that day I occassionally get that way again. It's not pleasant.
Time Flies. I'm 34 now, which makes me officially in my mid-thirties. That never mattered to me before. Lately it has. The world is zipping by and often I feel stuck here. I'm a rock in a flowing stream. I want and need to go down river, but I don't know how. I have no momentum and I'm not able to find/make the motivation to change my inertia.
I have no plans. I have no dreams. I'm ignorant of my future, potential or otherwise. I understand intellectually that any person has the ability to accomplish whatever they desire with enough effort. I know that I can do anything. I don't feel that though. Tomorrow is just another day, and it looks like the same day I'm having now, and the same I had yesterday.
Time Flies. Before I know it, I'm going to be 50 or 70 or Dead and what will I have done? How will my finite life have been spent? How does one begin a Legacy?
Time Flies.
