Where did the time go?? With an urgency akin to Lewis Carroll’s infamous white rabbit, I cannot wait for my ‘very important date.’
As I sit in my new apartment at my old desk from my old house, I cannot help but be reminded of how much time has passed and I am still here. Albert Einstein once said that the definition of insanity is repeating the same things over and over and expecting to get different results. By that definition then, I must be clearly nuts. Or...am I...?
It is not for the lack of trying to negotiate my way through my new life that causes my delay, quite the contrary.
Yet, time waits for no man...or woman for that matter this is why I believe we fairer of the two species have a tendency to be fashionably late!
Yes, time is a constant and shall remain so, even when our life filled sphere no longer spins in orbit around the sun and all is turned to dust.
I am still late, intolerably so.
So, I wait, I wait for tomorrow and then the next day and the day after until each new day melts into the one that came before. I am sure that if I go far enough, I shall live in retrospect. Yet, whereas the white rabbit seemed to have boundless energy, I find myself tired. It is tiring pinning hopes and dreams on falling stars to realise much later that they were not stars at all, just an illusion, a tease, an opportunity for extortion. I understand that now, now that the skies are clouded in autumn and I can no longer see the constellations. I wanted to believe, wanted to trust and when that invisible line was crossed between the wanting and the doing, it proved to be a catalyst in an ever downward spiral of dashed hopes, shattered dreams and a bruised heart. Through all the waiting, the patience and courtesies extended to others, I learned the true meaning of selfishness.
I am late, very late, I should not be here; but I seem to have misplaced my rabbit hole.
‘I can’t go back to yesterday, I was a different person then.’ - Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll
As I sit in my new apartment at my old desk from my old house, I cannot help but be reminded of how much time has passed and I am still here. Albert Einstein once said that the definition of insanity is repeating the same things over and over and expecting to get different results. By that definition then, I must be clearly nuts. Or...am I...?
It is not for the lack of trying to negotiate my way through my new life that causes my delay, quite the contrary.
Yet, time waits for no man...or woman for that matter this is why I believe we fairer of the two species have a tendency to be fashionably late!
Yes, time is a constant and shall remain so, even when our life filled sphere no longer spins in orbit around the sun and all is turned to dust.
I am still late, intolerably so.
So, I wait, I wait for tomorrow and then the next day and the day after until each new day melts into the one that came before. I am sure that if I go far enough, I shall live in retrospect. Yet, whereas the white rabbit seemed to have boundless energy, I find myself tired. It is tiring pinning hopes and dreams on falling stars to realise much later that they were not stars at all, just an illusion, a tease, an opportunity for extortion. I understand that now, now that the skies are clouded in autumn and I can no longer see the constellations. I wanted to believe, wanted to trust and when that invisible line was crossed between the wanting and the doing, it proved to be a catalyst in an ever downward spiral of dashed hopes, shattered dreams and a bruised heart. Through all the waiting, the patience and courtesies extended to others, I learned the true meaning of selfishness.
I am late, very late, I should not be here; but I seem to have misplaced my rabbit hole.
‘I can’t go back to yesterday, I was a different person then.’ - Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll