Proverbs

I really don’t know where the last year went. Time has passed by so quickly that it makes me suspicious that global warming is doing more than raising the average temperature a few degrees. Perhaps it also makes the Earth spin a little bit fast and the weeks zip by as I blink.

I’ve never had this problem before. When I was in college and when I worked my previous job, the weeks seemed never ending and it would take 84 years for Friday to come, but now it’s Wednesday. This week is almost over, and I swear that in my head, it can’t be more than Monday, Tuesday at the latest. How can these days be slipping away from me so easily and why am I not fighting harder? We’re supposed to seize the day, hold it hostage, and keep it as a prisoner of war until the all powerful universe, or the UN in this metaphor, says that we can seize no more.

Perhaps stopping to smell the roses isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be, because when I take the time to relax and ponder the meaning of life, the very life that I try to make meaningful fades away and there’s no way for me to get that time back. However, is seizing really the answer? The more I seized in college, the more I felt like my time was not my own. Sure I accomplished a lot, but I felt like the things that I accomplished were not really for myself, but for the approval of everyone else.

There has to be some happy medium between seizing the day and my current status of frolicking, smelling, and twirling all the live long day. I’m just not sure where that place is yet.