It’s rather perturbing to realise that the older you get, the faster time goes by.  I cannot believe how fast the days feel like to me.  I’m not saying that I am old, as I feel like I’ve only just begun.  I have all this energy and zest for life, but not enough time to do what I wish to do in a day.

 Work takes up most of our lives in reality and when there’s that little left for pleasure, that’s taken up by the mundane chores and tasks of our daily life.  Where does it all fit in?  Even when i was unemployed at one stage and staying at home enjoying the leisures, even then was I battling to find the time that seems to be accelerating as we speak.

What the irony and paradox of it all, is that when you not having a good moment, it feels like an eternity and when the moment is one of pure pleasure, it slips through that hour glass, like a wax museum being burnt down in a fire.  A state of mind and what we perceive comes into this questioning once again.  I suppose it is possible to slow down the days by pretending we are just having one of those shitty moments.  Yeah right.

Anyway, nature’s calling and I don’t feel like wearing a cathater, altho that would save time wouldnt it…… just kidding.