hectic

There just doesn't seem to be enough time for everything.

Is this life? Pressing on and on and on, dreaming of the day's end?

So many people come into the shop where I work, and when asked about how they are, they mostly comment that they are happy, because the day is almost over.

I don't get it. How can a person go everyday, wishing the day was almost over? Isn't that sad?

It feels like I'm barrelling down a hill. Day rapidly follows day, rolling into weeks, into months, into years. The problem is you can never go back up that hill and claim those yards left. It's all just going so FAST. And there is so much to do!

What is it we work towards? What are we waiting for? It's like people are rushing towards a climax, expending all their efforts on a goal. But Christmas comes, and people can't wait for it to be over, and the New Year comes, and people work on and on.

On and on and on.


I feel like I haven't enough time. All my hours are devoted to Uni, travelling to Uni, Uni homework, working and sporting commitments. I rush from Uni to work, but then what awaits for me at home? More work. Till I sleep and wake again, greeting more. I literally haven't time to learn Italian, read Harry Potter in French, write to Ess, take my dog for a walk.

When did this happen?

I like to be busy, but for the love of the Universe, this is getting a bit much, isn't it?

It's like I'm working for next week, when next week's just the same. It feels so.... ack.

This is why we must chose careers we love, so it doesn't feel like a chore.

The fact that the world revolves around money. That doesn't help.


Now, I better get back to work.


(To be fair, I have scheduled the latter part of Sunday off. So there's a bit of relief. But Sundays don't really help friends who are far away or who have other unavoidable commitments.)