There and Back Again

Pondering: I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see. (John Burroughs)

It has been ages since my last entry. A lot has happened in these missing months, some not really worth blogging about but some worth chronicling. One day, I’ll get around to posting those entries just so I can say they happened and that I thought of it at that moment.

The days are going by so fast. Pretty soon summer will be over and the leaves will one by one fall off its branch. About damn time too! I am never one to revel on summer days; as a matter of fact I hibernate during the summer season. A hint of the cooler days ahead is always an exciting thing.

There’s a lot to do at work lately - new projects, constantly. Curve ball after curve ball and man, I need to find me a lucky bat to hit them with! Additionally, there are some more staffing changes coming in and everyone’s at a heightened state of both worry and excitement. Change is always difficult and the irony of it is that it’s the only thing that’s constant in this world. I guess that’s why they say life is never easy.

But I am still here, I keep reminding myself. I am treading along slowly but surely, trying to make every moment count or at least be pleasant experience. Things could be a lot worse but it isn’t so there’s no use complaining.

Where’d the days go? When all we did was play
And the stress that we were under wasn’t stress at all
Just a run and a jump into a harmless fall from
Walking by a high-rise to a landmark square
You see millions of people with millions of cares
And I struggle to the train to make my way home
I look at the people as they sit there alone

Life is good, and the sun is shining
Everybody flirts to their ideal place
And the children all smile as a boat shuffled by them
Trying to pretend that they’ve got some space

These streets have too many names for me
I’m used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in Orchy
I’ll get used to this eventually
I know, I know…
(These Street, Paolo Nutini)