To Jon and Kimberly who I passed on the way to the Wilk, I'm sorry that I didn't have time to stop and talk. Because I really, really wanted to. I wanted to ask you about your new roommates and new classes and old friends and what you think. I wanted to ask you to come over for dinner and share your lives with me. But I didn't have time.
Hmmm, that seems to be the case for too many things in my life. These discrete divisions of Time that we are powerless against, that govern our lives. Time is the price we pay for the things we want - 4 years of education to get a degree. 4 more to get a job. 10 hours of studying to reach the threshold of memory capacity. And where has that studying really got me? Am I 4 years more capable, functional, smarter?
Passage of time qualifies us for some things (Senior Citizen discounts), disqualifies us for others (childbirth). I'm only 22, but I feel that, mentally, I'm in a hurry to live my life because I don't want to run out time. But then there's the discrepancy between that and my hand which loves the snooze button...It seems there really is something that we are supposed to learn by having to live in the constraints of a finite world. By chosing one thing, you automatically exclude infinite other possible choices. So next time, I'll choose to stop and talk.
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You are always so deep! I love reading your blogs. I need to do it more often, but I don't have t--No! I refuse! I will do it more often! =P
Rachel! Thanks for thinking ao much about me! I would love to talk to you more sometime. When you have more time, of course.
Awww, Rachel. How sweet! I miss you and GC Bailey. I hope you are doing well despite your busy life. <3
And sometimes...I have the same problem...sigh...
Balance is a tricky verb.
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