Time has a way of being a flash before your eyes, and catching you unaware of how quickly time can pass in a metropolis.  One minute you wake up and it seems like the next minute it’s time to turn out the light.   Just yesterday I was younger, embarking on my new life into adulthood, unworldly yet eager to discover.  In fact, I remember being extremely nervous with the responsibility.  It seems like eons ago, and I wonder where each year disappeared.   Like a flash, the years flew by.  I know I lived them all.  I was there.  There are glimpses of how my simple life was back then.  Time seemed to move by so slowly.  My idealistic hopes, and dreams, seemed to be the truth ahead.  Everything, and I mean everything, seemed so clear without muddled sight, or any sort of distortion.  I did not think about options because I wasn’t worldly enough to know much beyond the other side of town.

Here it is, years later, and the speed of time catches me by surprise.   Yesterday was Christmas and now here it is again.  How did that happen?  How did I get here so fast?  Where did the years go, and where did my youth go?   I still feel young in my mind and yet my body tells me something entirely different.   I remember seeing older people through the years, and thinking that they were years away from me.  Man, they were old.  Quite honestly, I never gave it a thought that I’d ever be where they are.   Winter was so far off; I could not fathom this, or imagine, fully, how my body would change.   Someone played a trick and flipped a switch.  I know that’s what happened.  One day I had six pack abs and the next thing I knew my trousers didn’t fit.  My mind matured, and now I am not so sure of many things these days.  I used to be sure about everything until other people’s actions slowly changed my view.   I’m getting grey, move a bit slower, and now my view is untidy; the world seems to bend, and buckle.  Did I miss the memo alerting me to the fact that our values and morals changed?  Why didn’t anyone consult me?  And, why did it take being taken advantage of in obscene ways for me to wake up to the changed world?

I wake up, and before I know it, the time has come to turn in for the night.  Everything seems to move far more quickly than I am able, and time is rarely my good friend like it once was.  Is there a rush for me to keep up, or is time moving so quickly I can’t possibly keep up?

To explain my life and the way I live it would be fruitless quite honestly.  Not many people would understand how I make everything work.  It’s safe to say I live under a proverbial rock.  I’m social and I get out and I travel the world.  So much is foreign to me to say the least.  Have I slowed the cycle of life by living the way I do?  No, life rushes by no matter what.  

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