The Middle Ages ...

[mrdreamjeans]

I want to slow time. There are days where my life is racing by and I feel claustrophobic from the speed of it. I’m irritated by its fleeting nature, feel pressured to fill each day with activities and accomplishments to make it really count. If I sleep, how much of my life am I wasting ... or missing? Will I get everything done that I’ve challenged myself to do? I’ve never wanted to live my life with regrets or to have a resume devoid of intense experiences, emotions and successes.

I joke about approaching middle age; but the reality is I’ve made it to middle age; if I double it, I’ll be one of the oldest living men on earth. I’ve simply got to have more time, more hours in a day. I blink, I sleep, I dream ... Days, months and years fly by in a kaleidoscope of flashing images. Perhaps, it’s the reason I so cherish my memories and friendships. The memories are so clear in my mind, they feel as if they happened yesterday ...and of course some of them have.

Friendships are reassuring signs that I’ve not passed through this life alone ... that someone cares ... that I’ve made a difference ... Someone has shared the experience; someone has loved me; someone loves me. I have sampled and savored life, been excited to be alive. I want to hold on to that joy.

I don’t want to place more importance on the past then the current, but the future seems to be rushing at me, pushing aside the past, insistent, distracting me from appreciating where I am today. It’s taken decades to finally figure out who I am and what I bring to the table, to appreciate the discovery. I need time, more time to savor, flow, reflect, grow .. Give me time! If you’ve got the secret to slowing time, please share it. It’s a short life and I want more! The Dark Ages and The Middle Ages don't have to be synonymous.