Time is ticking away, tick, tick, ticking away...
Sorry for not writing for so long. Writer's block is a terrible evil that afflicts me very often. Have yet to find an effective antidote for it. :p
Today I came to the frightening realization that one month of this year has already passed me by. 5 weeks, 31 days, 744 hours. ALL GONE. No way of reclaiming any of those lost minutes. Not a chance of stealing back that wasted afternoon in front of the telly. Wish I had done this, or this, or some of that that day, instead of...
Wishful thinking. Have I mentioned that those days, hours, minutes, and moments are ALL GONE? Makes me think of the poignant lyrics of Switchfoot:
Gone, like yesterday is gone
Like history is gone
The world keeps spinning on
You're going, going, gone
Like summer break is gone,
Like saturday is gone
Just try to prove me wrong
You pretend like you're immortal.
We are not infinite
We are not permanent
Nothing is immediate
We're so confident
In our accomplishments
Look at our decadence
Gone, like Frank Sinatra,
like Elvis and his mom,
Like Al Pachino's cash,
nothing lasts in this life
Gone, my high school dreams are gone,
my childhood sweets are gone
Life is a day that doesn't last for long.
Sounds a lot like what another songsmith wrote more than 2 millenia ago:
So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.
Sober words. Wish I could get them from my head to my heart to my hands. Talk is cheap. Really cheap. I do so much less than I say that I figure those around me aren't hearing much, since actions are supposed to speak louder than words. Can't hear much of ol' Hand. It's drowned by the vociferous Lip. Talk, talk, talk. Yak, yak, yak. Not easy for Hand to out-shout Lip.
I think that if a study and in-depth moment-by-moment analysis of my typical day were to be done, it's quite likely that the results would not be very far from the following:
% of day intentionally spent with God - 5
% of day sleeping - 40
% of day spent meaningfully (e.g. homework, studying, blogging, heart-to-heart talks, chores, planning, etc.) - 15
% of day utterly wasted on meaningless drifting, lazing, and assorted lepak activities - 40
Check it out. A whopping EIGHTY percent of each typical day is WASTED. Gone. Lost. Out of reach forever.
Something's gotta give. I can't keep doing this. Time is precious, especially at this crucial turning point in my life. The chapters of my life that I write today will have a bearing on the rest of my life. Gotta start writing in earnest.
Let me start with tomorrow morning. Write: out of bed, up and at 'em at 7 a.m. Did you hear that? That was the Lip. Lip says Joel is going to get up at 7 a.m. Hand raises his hand (?? no pun intended :P) and waves it frantically, going, "Me too, me too! I think he's going to wake up at 7 too!".
Let's see if Hand can shout as loud as Lip tomorrow morning. I'll report my success tomorrow. I'd better go sleep now, get enough rest, recharge so I can jump out of the sack at 7 a.m. tomorrow morning. Nite!
Today I came to the frightening realization that one month of this year has already passed me by. 5 weeks, 31 days, 744 hours. ALL GONE. No way of reclaiming any of those lost minutes. Not a chance of stealing back that wasted afternoon in front of the telly. Wish I had done this, or this, or some of that that day, instead of...
Wishful thinking. Have I mentioned that those days, hours, minutes, and moments are ALL GONE? Makes me think of the poignant lyrics of Switchfoot:
Gone, like yesterday is gone
Like history is gone
The world keeps spinning on
You're going, going, gone
Like summer break is gone,
Like saturday is gone
Just try to prove me wrong
You pretend like you're immortal.
We are not infinite
We are not permanent
Nothing is immediate
We're so confident
In our accomplishments
Look at our decadence
Gone, like Frank Sinatra,
like Elvis and his mom,
Like Al Pachino's cash,
nothing lasts in this life
Gone, my high school dreams are gone,
my childhood sweets are gone
Life is a day that doesn't last for long.
Sounds a lot like what another songsmith wrote more than 2 millenia ago:
So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.
Sober words. Wish I could get them from my head to my heart to my hands. Talk is cheap. Really cheap. I do so much less than I say that I figure those around me aren't hearing much, since actions are supposed to speak louder than words. Can't hear much of ol' Hand. It's drowned by the vociferous Lip. Talk, talk, talk. Yak, yak, yak. Not easy for Hand to out-shout Lip.
I think that if a study and in-depth moment-by-moment analysis of my typical day were to be done, it's quite likely that the results would not be very far from the following:
% of day intentionally spent with God - 5
% of day sleeping - 40
% of day spent meaningfully (e.g. homework, studying, blogging, heart-to-heart talks, chores, planning, etc.) - 15
% of day utterly wasted on meaningless drifting, lazing, and assorted lepak activities - 40
Check it out. A whopping EIGHTY percent of each typical day is WASTED. Gone. Lost. Out of reach forever.
Something's gotta give. I can't keep doing this. Time is precious, especially at this crucial turning point in my life. The chapters of my life that I write today will have a bearing on the rest of my life. Gotta start writing in earnest.
Let me start with tomorrow morning. Write: out of bed, up and at 'em at 7 a.m. Did you hear that? That was the Lip. Lip says Joel is going to get up at 7 a.m. Hand raises his hand (?? no pun intended :P) and waves it frantically, going, "Me too, me too! I think he's going to wake up at 7 too!".
Let's see if Hand can shout as loud as Lip tomorrow morning. I'll report my success tomorrow. I'd better go sleep now, get enough rest, recharge so I can jump out of the sack at 7 a.m. tomorrow morning. Nite!
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