Tuesday, December 8, 2009

time is like the ultimate contradiction...

EDITED: 10/1/2011

How can there be so much of it - we measure it in seconds, minutes, hours, days, years, decades, millenniums - yet it always feels like there's never enough?

Can I get a person to make me a formula and explain how something so abundant could be so limited? I need someone who can do the inexplicable; the ones who created things like financial derivatives. That makes no sense and either does "time."

The worst part is that "time" never feels wasted at the moment. It's always after you realize that what you had before is gone and the shock and frustration hits. It's that moment when you look out of the window, see the first hint of sunrise, and a little piece of your body and/or withers away.

I'm waiting for the day when I accept that time is like spilled milk: You're always ready to drink it up but, as the cup crashes to the floor and your brain processes the word error, what's often left is a mess to be cleaned up.

Unfortunately, I've spilled many a cup in my day. I guess I should work on getting a better grip.

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