Time

Have been down with a nagging cold the last couple of days. Feel fine one moment and not so much soon after. There's a bit of fever too. So, I'm at home today. Ironically, this has been the best period at work for me. Loads of deadlines have been met. And I have been sane. Too sane perhaps. And that, given my usual trends, is not wholly normal.

I think it is a choice we make: whether we will sail on the still waters of a lake or swim in the high seas, where at one moment we are carried high on the boughs of a gigantic wave and are able to see the wonder of the whole world and at the next moment, we are sent down crashing and perhaps break a bone or two. But on the lake, the views are always the same. The water is still. We have aeons of time to dream. But shall the dreams come?

When we look back on the life we've lived it's the brief moments like being on top of the highest wave, seeing things we normally wouldn't have seen that stick in our minds. That one fleeting moment assumes so much more meaning and importance than all the hours preceding and following it. This further reinforces the idea of time being a matter of perception.