Time- The Opposite of Serenity
A friend that a recently met commented on my blog today. My response was: “wow, how did you find it?”.
I am embarrassed to say that I completely forgot about my little blog. It started as a project while in the employment of my previous company, but today I realize that I have actually missed being able to illustrate my thoughts with words whenever the soul called for it.
Time is not patient and rarely allows me the luxury of delving into my heart’s hidden thoughts, and in a way that makes me out of touch with myself. According to my religious beliefs, I am supposed to take every Sunday to meditate on the week past and to reflect on the things that seem to hide in between the lines of our daily inter- and intra-personal communication.
I used the words supposed to, because as you can deduce, I rarely do utilize a Sunday for this purpose. Sundays seem to come and go just like every other day of the week. It makes me wonder how many moments are lost in this mirage we call living.
If I had to give a percentage to the things that are most important to me and then allocate time given to those things, I think I would come exceedingly short. Look, it’s not as if I am going to quite my job tomorrow. Perhaps my subconscious is just telling me that it is time (literally) to reflect on what I have been doing and more importantly, what I have untimely missed out on.
I think it’s time for a little vacation…
