I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how the hands of time seem to speed up as we get older. It seems as though the more we try to accomplish in life, the faster they spin against us all. The snares and beats of time thrum on, while most of us aimlessly bumble about, reeking havoc, where our footsteps lie. It’s not all bad though, some of us have the power and inclination to press the pause button every once and a while and see the beauty in life.
Life and time are like raindrops. A moment encapsulated in a gem that will inevitably burst. The next time it is pissing down, observe a large drop, as it approaches the earth. Watch, as it touches down, forever leaving a parthian ripple in time. The seconds, moments, and opportunities are drumming by. Seek out every opportunity, chance, moment, and tabula rasa. Quit screwing around, now!
It is your choice as to what happens to you. Indeed, life has also been described as a queue. If you’re in a queue or the poor bastard helping the people in queue, and you’re not happy with your current situation, then by all means necessary, leave! As I’ve said before, life is too short to not be happy.
I am currently making my plans to leave. However, I won’t be leaving until early Spring of next year, but the important point is that I’m leaving.
I can handle the roaring thump thump that bounces over my head like ball peen hammers at traffic stops, the long queues at Wolly World so that I may ring up my own merchandise, and even the money gits that slither across the land like the snakes they are. But, I can’t take anymore of the materialism, and the literal slaying of America’s good name.
A few days ago, I was sitting in a local diner that I’ve wrote about in the past, and a local bloke that I’d argued with before about Bush, said he was starting to see the light. Fear blinds us all. He’s a husky fellow that I could spot in a crowd, because he always wears overalls with a, “Support the Troops” pin on his lapel. I support the troops. After all, it’s not their fault that they are there. Those guys and gals are just doing their jobs.
I’m about to hop on my soapbox, so instead of reading my rants about American politics, here’s some phoctober pictures that I pulled out of my archives with the tag, “Time”, and a video or two. Thanks all….
Rain is flowing,
Like liquid retentions,
Of alcohol fuelled fury,
And allies turned foes.
On this frigid desolate night,
I surrender to slumber,
To protect my cerebrations,
From the pangs that went unchecked.
In my dreams I see a futurity,
Of happiness and lovingness,
And of a luv that will spare me,
From the darkness that stalks.
And then I awake,
And I know this is not true,
Because my life is just an incubus,
That I envisage my way through.
-Jefferson Davis-
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Yep, all true. I remember feeling that – just before I went self-employed. Haven’t looked back myself – but even if I had, it’s not a one way street. Go for it.
Gawd, gotta get my dictionary out again. My vocabulary has increased tenfold since reading your posts. Good for you Wingnut . . .planning is the beginning, I have a head full of plans and what’s Brian doing in your diner?
Julia, thanks for the advice and encouragement.
Baino, thanks a lot. I try to confuse myself whenever I can. And, Brian is everywhere, ya know?
What a wonderful, thoughtful and well written post JD. So, the time has come to go – yep, I know that feeling and my plans are in progress too – perhaps we’ll meet up yet at the other edge of the duckpond.
I’d say this of life, it’s a journey filled with classrooms – all of which takes us back home to the place where we truly know who we are, for who we are, is not what we see here.
Quite a mix you have going on here,
the beautiful- time and life are like raindrops.
Followed by- pissing down.
then
Seize the day- change the day- and politics.
-and then time and life are like baseball.
tic toc go the clocks.
Vanilla, thanks a bunch for the compliment. It is really a jumble of stanzas mushed together, just like my mind.
I hope we do meet across the rubicon, but you bring the sailboat. 
Indeed, life is a riddle. 
Taffiny, the post being a jumble of thoughts is a lot like me. I’m an amalgamating of souls wrapped into one. Of course, we all are many things at once. Thanks…tickity…toc, as the bell goes ding and the pendulum swings.