Time: Friend or Enemy?

One day, I come into my 9-5er (exciting already, I know) and I get a hundred things done and feel my due freedom is close in coming. Hmm...

11:45 AM

So, I bulldoze through another pile of work and... strange...

12:23 PM

I begrudgingly take an early lunch, just hoping that if I chew slowly enough, I'll fall into an hour-long daze of digestion.

1:04 PM

By now, I'm thoroughly disappointed, and continue to hope my plight will soon be resolved... but then I'm irked.

I'm irked that time is selfish and goes on whether you're ready or not. I'm irked because time mindf**** you into thinking vicious, viscous, days like these are to be dreaded and "days so fun, it was all a blur" should be routine.

To an extent, I agree. Who wants to put in longer hours at work (or so it feels) or who doesn't enjoy those adventures that leave you in a euphoric daze?

I'm just irked because I have yet to find a way to control time, to better savor each moment worth savoring, to somehow make every moment worth savoring. Life has been going on for billions of years and our time now is just a chronological blip.

I hope that my blip is spent with dear friends and family, fulfilling my list of things-to-do-in-life, and loving everyone and everything as Vietca-ly possible.

The dinosaurs went out with a bang, why shouldn't we? Erm... well, not quite the same way they went out. A lot less incendiary -- or so I hope.