Tick tock

Every year is getting shorter,
never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught
or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation
is the english way
The time is gone,
....the song is over,
thought Id something more to say ...

Simple things ...

List.

I think Genuine People Personalities on gadgets are an awesome idea. I especially love the idea of lifts that go left and right when they get fed up of going up and down. Spot on!

PS: Life

Change. Spice. Variety ... Something we have evolved with, toward. Something we relish. We fear and crave it. What is it that we really fear though. I think it is the unknown. The fear of what we know naught is the most frightening and yet when we do know it, it becomes dull and boring - nothing like the exciting and heart pounding fear and excitement we once felt toward it. Time blurs the boundaries and speeds us away in a different direction in different swathes of experience. The memories never go away but the feeling itself becomes a fading, distant reflection of the emotion that held sway once. Nothing would change that distant feeling yet maybe if we try to hold on to it we can stop the colours from running and blurring into a has been. ... but then to know something, we have to have felt it and to fear it again we have to forget - but then how do we know change if we have nothing to compare it to! Maybe that's the point, change is not one thing but many things, an everchanging, undefined abstractness that we yearn to discover and when we do - it changes ...

Can you really REALLY ever know someone? Maybe, the better question to ask is whether you really ever want to...

... A life worth living ...

A fantasy takes birth in the depths of my mind
Spun intricately into a fabric of life
Delicately perfumed; Patterned;
Moulded lovingly into airy unreal wisps of loveliness
Rising above this life, mundane
Taking a tour of bliss
Turning bliss into a life force
Beckoning, leading me on to follow
Into visions of what can be, the possibilities
Of a life beyond that which is all around
Away from the madness and rush of reality
A realm of the imagined unreal
Calm surreal and oh so beautiful
Lucious green - what enchantment is this...
Novel each time it appears before me
That which entices me to reach out .. and see what can be
And a LOT of things can, fantastic and impossible - deliciously so...

for happiness is being cared for,
.... Dreams are still dreams!

HMMmm

Life's too short. Isn't it? There is a need to grab it by the horns; squeeze every last drop of energy and opportunity and make it an exciting wondrous experience. It should be a series, rather it is a series of moments, each moment defined in itself and each an imprint on the next. Like Dominoes?

Carpe Diem - that's what we need - take back control, sieze the moment and live each one as completely as possible. None of this half hearted business. Experiences DO make the man (person, I mean)! Are experiences really good or bad or are they just that - an experience. Maybe there are those experiences we wish we'd never had - that could somehow be undone - we could pretend they never were but then aren't those experiences a part of who we are - who we become - our individuality - and is any of it as simple so as to be detachable from our selves.

I guess at the end of the day all we can really choose is to become a better person. Use what we've learnt.... Never forget. Not for an instant.