It all is going by so fast. Life. It's like the fast-forward button is stuck. I can't get over it, how time seems like a big rock rolling down a hill, gaining speed as it goes. Time does fly when you are having fun. It flies the other times, too, it just doesn't seem like it.
I don't know what changed, but it really does seem like time is going faster than it used too. It scares me. I want to grab hold of something and slow down, but I can't: everything else is flying through time just as fast as I am. It's terrifying.
This year is going so quickly. It seems like just not to long ago I was writing in my 2011 journal for the very first time, and now all the pages say "August" so plainly across the top. Where did it go?
Blink and it's gone. And then I find myself wondering:
Did it even happen?
The last two weeks of July was some of the nicest and most awesome times I've ever had, but they went so fast. It was heartbreaking. It made me realize how fast everything else is going. Now time going fast is not all bad, it does have its good sides, but for the most part, it just makes me sad.
"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened." ~ Dr.
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Bodiam Castle, England
Photo : Bruno Monginoux / www.Landscape-Photo.net (cc-by-nc-nd)
Photo : Bruno Monginoux / www.Landscape-Photo.net (cc-by-nc-nd)
I wish to wander,
I wish to roam:
By forest and meadow,
Silver and emerald,
By tree and field,
Lovely and bright.
Many a place I'd like to see,
Many a place I long go:
By village and brook ,
Small and fair,
By castle and river,
Noble and grand.
I wish to wander,
I wish to roam,
For many a place I long to see.
~ Sileas MacNab
I wish to roam:
By forest and meadow,
Silver and emerald,
By tree and field,
Lovely and bright.
Many a place I'd like to see,
Many a place I long go:
By village and brook ,
Small and fair,
By castle and river,
Noble and grand.
I wish to wander,
I wish to roam,
For many a place I long to see.
~ Sileas MacNab
Bodiam Castle, England
The Brook
By: Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally,
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.
By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorps, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.
Till last by Philip's farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
I chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles.
With many a curve my banks I fret
by many a field and fallow,
And many a fairy foreland set
With willow-weed and mallow.
I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
I wind about, and in and out,
with here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,
And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me, as I travel
With many a silver water-break
Above the golden gravel,
And draw them all along, and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
I slide by hazel covers;
I move the sweet forget-me-nots
That grow for happy lovers.
I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swallows;
I make the netted sunbeam dance
Against my sandy shallows.
I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars;
I loiter round my cresses;
And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
By: Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally,
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.
By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorps, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.
Till last by Philip's farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
I chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles.
With many a curve my banks I fret
by many a field and fallow,
And many a fairy foreland set
With willow-weed and mallow.
I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
I wind about, and in and out,
with here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,
And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me, as I travel
With many a silver water-break
Above the golden gravel,
And draw them all along, and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
I slide by hazel covers;
I move the sweet forget-me-nots
That grow for happy lovers.
I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swallows;
I make the netted sunbeam dance
Against my sandy shallows.
I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars;
I loiter round my cresses;
And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
Photo : Bruno Monginoux / www.Landscape-Photo.net (cc-by-nc-nd)
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2 comments:
I'm glad I got to be a part of some of the most awesome times you've had. Yes, they did really happen. :)
~ A.K. ~
I'm glad, too, A.K. Very glad. :)
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