passing time

Well, it's time for an introspective (inward-looking) blog post. The topic is: time and it's passing.

It seems that I'm at a curious point in my life where time is simply passing, with a few events now and then to marker it's passage. School goes by and there isn't really anything dramatic, pressuresome, or.. extraordinarly thought provoking.. in any of my classes. They are general knowledge growing classes. I listen in class. I don't even take notes. I ask questions. I don't study. And I'm doing well.

The classes do inspire me a bit occasionally to pursue more knowlege, but alas, those efforts tend to be short-lived. So that's school.

Work is.. over too soon after I start. I sit down for little while to check my e-mails and on people, and then get up, do the necessary things for work, check on all the systems... all good, or not quite good, and shortly after I'm at home going to sleep, only to wake for another school/work day.

Time is passing really fast. I feel like I should be doing more with the flow of hours and days instead of listening to them whistle by. I learned how to pass time a year ago January. I had to wait 18 hours in the Frankfurt airport and.. I did. But not only that, I waited in almost the same spot for 18 hours. No wandering, just waiting, passing time. After that, I felt like I could wait through anything. Maybe I learned too well, because I find time too easy to pass now.

I sit down, the sun is up
I stand up, the sun is down
I walk to the door, the moon is bright
I drive home, the moon is gone