I'm in the process of finishing unpacking. We've lived here a few months, and before that, the stuff I'm getting at now was tucked away in a large green crate: All my old notebooks and folders.
To say I haven't seen these things in awhile is an understatement. They'd still be in the green tub if they hadn't been too heavy to move and a friend hadn't moved them into smaller boxes for me.
Sure I popped the tub open from time to time to look for something specific, but I haven't just flipped through them in awhile.
On my blog I often post about time and procrastination and am trying to figure it all out. Apparently, this is an issue that has bothered me for some time.
I found the following written on the back of a handout from Religion Class on "I AM WHO AM (3rd Chapt of Exodus):
"Our lives fly by us
yet we complain of sustained hours
We complain of what's here and what's not
But soon, nothing will be anywhere
When the end comes, you'll say it was sudden.
But then think of those years, you said there were too many
Worse even yet, work day in and day out
Gotta be here, gotta be there
Follow your schedule to every bit
Compensate lost time with more work
Then when it's cut short, whine of the unfinished
Forget what you never started, never did
Live for each moment and treasure it true
To live each second as if it were your last."
Sound depressing until the end there. I don't think it was about death, but it does remind me that when I was little I was very afraid of time moving too quickly. Usually it hit me on weekend nights, "Monday is coming!" is all I could think. Everything was passing too quickly and before I knew it I would be old!
It made my stomach sick and would often keep me up.
I forget how or why I got over it. Or at least, stopped fretting about it so much. If I think about it too much now I even start to freak a little. I'm almost 30! How old am I? Oh yeah, not that old yet.
I don't know if it spurs from feeling like I'll miss out on something or that the good times won't last, but I have come to some kind of terms with it.
As a note, I also doodled all over the front of this handout lightening clouds, lighting bolts, a few flowers, and a big smiley face.
I'm not saying this is good poetry or anything. Just, I was surprised to find the topic on my mind so early in life. But when I think about it, I guess it really was on my mind.
On the inside of the folder the handout was in, I also found this:
"The days seem long,
but they're really too short
A year feels like
a life time, but it passes
too quickly
There's always tomorrow
but it never comes
We'll always do it later
and that's always to late."
I couldn't have been older than 14 or 15.
To say I haven't seen these things in awhile is an understatement. They'd still be in the green tub if they hadn't been too heavy to move and a friend hadn't moved them into smaller boxes for me.
Sure I popped the tub open from time to time to look for something specific, but I haven't just flipped through them in awhile.
On my blog I often post about time and procrastination and am trying to figure it all out. Apparently, this is an issue that has bothered me for some time.
I found the following written on the back of a handout from Religion Class on "I AM WHO AM (3rd Chapt of Exodus):
"Our lives fly by us
yet we complain of sustained hours
We complain of what's here and what's not
But soon, nothing will be anywhere
When the end comes, you'll say it was sudden.
But then think of those years, you said there were too many
Worse even yet, work day in and day out
Gotta be here, gotta be there
Follow your schedule to every bit
Compensate lost time with more work
Then when it's cut short, whine of the unfinished
Forget what you never started, never did
Live for each moment and treasure it true
To live each second as if it were your last."
Sound depressing until the end there. I don't think it was about death, but it does remind me that when I was little I was very afraid of time moving too quickly. Usually it hit me on weekend nights, "Monday is coming!" is all I could think. Everything was passing too quickly and before I knew it I would be old!
It made my stomach sick and would often keep me up.
I forget how or why I got over it. Or at least, stopped fretting about it so much. If I think about it too much now I even start to freak a little. I'm almost 30! How old am I? Oh yeah, not that old yet.
I don't know if it spurs from feeling like I'll miss out on something or that the good times won't last, but I have come to some kind of terms with it.
As a note, I also doodled all over the front of this handout lightening clouds, lighting bolts, a few flowers, and a big smiley face.
I'm not saying this is good poetry or anything. Just, I was surprised to find the topic on my mind so early in life. But when I think about it, I guess it really was on my mind.
On the inside of the folder the handout was in, I also found this:
"The days seem long,
but they're really too short
A year feels like
a life time, but it passes
too quickly
There's always tomorrow
but it never comes
We'll always do it later
and that's always to late."
I couldn't have been older than 14 or 15.
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