Sometimes the moments blur together. You spend your day with busywork, keeping your hands in constant motion, and then, if you think back, you wonder, "What did I do all day?" And the days — where do the days go? I seem to myself at times to be on a collision course with middle age (even thought that's really a little less than a decade away) — what have I done with my time? With my life? I think to Judgment Day, where there will be an accounting of terrible proportions, when our entire lives are made into a sum — even better, a boolean sum: a 1 or a 0, saved or damned. That's a frightening proposition. When the angel adds together my days, my while on this world, I wonder how many long, blank spaces will show themselves: wasted?
These moments that run one into another, the haze of hours: I suddenly realize that there is no time out from this game that we call life — everything counts, like it or not. What we do — I think none of it is forgotten, that each and every act echoes in eternity. Perhaps it is enough, then, to think of things in this way: that perhaps I will make something of this moment, this blink of time that is now, and not let another minute spiral down the drain. And as Thoreau said, "...not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived."
Laney
7:37pm wednesday, 14th august
Oh Stand. I've heard of this Judgement Day. By Jehovah, is it? I saw your scribblings on the inside of a Jehovah's Witness bible and I understood. I read a book once. My favorite book to this day. There's a line it that I want to give you. A small gift, but I hope you can find it useful. It says.. "To go crazy.. is to enter the snake pit of yourself". And to me that snake pit is the only real place to be.
Jelly
5:31pm tuesday, 3rd september
I agree that every move we make is echoed in eternity, that each decision we make matters and alters our life in some way. But that is the way our life is and which ever choice we make is our own decision and one we must stand by and accept whatever may come of it.
Laney