Sometimes, people in your life are just that. "So far away". Sometimes, it just plain hurts like hell that things change and you've no control over it. But, the world moves on and I guess, all one can really ever hope for is to not be forgotten.
Suppositions for another posting, at another time.
Sometimes, I wonder why the world is always in "faster than the speed of light" mode, when I'm in "perpetual speed of turn the page".
And, why am I made to feel as though this is not so good? Majorly negative, in fact? A social faux pas?
Not all people were made to drive in the fast lane, so why down the ones who don't?
I ponder these things. Why does it seem as though no one takes time to enjoy the time they have?
Everyone wants or has "bigger, better, newer, faster, even more HD than before" and well, I feel a little lost.
Not because I can't do the same, and, no, not out of jealousy either, but, more out of a sense of "you're the one missing it".
The "it" I refer to is life itself. All of it in all it's glory. Emotions, sans what Dr. Phil or a Cosmo panel would say. The good, bad & ugly right alongside the nasty, awesome & beautiful.
The scent of morning air before dawn. How it smells damp and leafy. How dew feels like tiny little ice drops on warm bare feet. How if you go to the lake, in the spots where most folks don't venture, you're rewarded with the best mist ever to grace your face. And the view is amazingly beautiful. Waves lapping upon moss covered crags and seagulls playing mean games of dip & dive.
Clouds before a rain... the layers of soft powdery grays, blues, purples and whites. The "whoosh" of wind rustling leaves. Hell, even the scent of animals on the hiking trails.
So many things to stop and appreciate, yet it seems as though many fear the laws of inertia will come to get them should they ever slow down.
I know there are those who thrive on "fast, faster, fastest" with a heaping side of "ooo-pretty-new-shiny" and that's cool.
Never been a fan of lifestyle indigestion.
I like my slower ways. I enjoy taking my time. With things as well as people. Oh sure, change is inevitable, even in death, we change but, why rush it? It'll get here in it's own sweet time and 'til then, we've so very much to languidly experience and enjoy.
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