Tuesday, August 03, 2004

like sand through the hour glass:

i've found the more time i let slip by without posting the harder it is when i finally attempt to do so. and it's been awhile since i recollected, properly. i've been busy, as if that's a good enough excuse, but i think i'll cut myself some slack; afterall, i've been really-really-in-over-my head swamped. working sixteen hour days only to wake up and do all it over again, and in-between the two jobs-clean, feed the dogs, call my parents, etc, and etc. it's this re-visiting self-expecation of being perfect's own fault. at different points in my life i've succeded in suffocating it with disappointments or past failures or frustrations, even laziness. neverless, it always returns, gasping for fresh air; energized, refreshed, more determined and stronger than ever. and even though with this expectation comes heaps of responsability and an unwavering tasking pursuit for diligence, i really do enjoy it. because it owns me as much as i own it. i believe if your going to do something/be something than you might as well do it perfect and be the best, if not it's just a waste of time.

"dost thou love life, then do not squander time, for that's the stuff life is made of." b.franklin
though right now, it's bedtime. sweet dreams.

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