Tuesday, 3 November 2015
Ahead of ourselves
The problem with moving quickly is, you've never quite got time to appreciate the miles as they disappear into the night.
Conversely, the problem with moving slowly is that it's hard not to wish the time away because you've become accustomed to a life less ordinary.
I'm already mentally ready for the next, but a part of me realises that these times we live in are our golden years. Every cut a hit, every night a sell out, every glance to the sky gives my eyes nothing but diamonds. But then, just realising this makes me smile every single day when I wake up.
Contrast becomes appreciation.
Saturdays become Sundays.
Chaos becomes order.
The tides are turning, but I'm anchored safely in place by the stability of a thirty seven and a half hour week and the sunshine eyes of my lovely wife.