I can’t wait for the weekend. I can’t wait for this day to be over. I wish it was next week. These are things we all think and say from time to time. Personally, when I’m stuck on the phone with a customer who is clueless about what he wants, angry about how much it’s going to cost and unable to speak with out sounding like he’s got a mouthful of shit I would gladly give up 2 or 3 days just to be done with him. Later, however, I always feel guilty and slightly paranoid about wishing away time.
There was a point in my life when I wasn’t really bothered by impending death around every corner but now I’m fully content with living forever. With my renewed interest in life I have discovered that the rate at which time seems to be passing is increasing at an alarming rate. I feel as though I’m in a car with no brakes heading downhill on a winding road. I just know that up ahead there is a curve that is just a little too sharp and I will be going a little too fast and with the screams of the tires, the twisting metal of the crashed through guardrail and my own horrified voice all joining together in one last a cappella exclamation of dismay, I will go sailing off into a ravine.
So, I suppose I will deal with the confused and confrontational occasionally and enjoy the time I have here whilst I still have control of the wheel.
you know,its kind of funny how when you are a kid you are fearless becouse you dont know what death is and have never experienced real pain.then half way through come to the realization that life is fragile and should be respected and maybe even preserved.then when you get old you just except the fact that death is knocking on your door and eventually you should get up and answer it.
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