I think it's important for things to be on time. Do you think so? I don't really know. I know I just said I think that it's important, but in reality, I think that sometimes things are okay being a bit late. When things are late, there's a sense of living to them. As if they have their own schedule and that's why they haven't arrived in time. Lackadaisically beautiful. My cat was late for dinner the other day. Do you think he was busy? Maybe he was. I wonder why.
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Shaving is hard and it hurts your face. But like a lot of things, it just feels right once you get through it. I bet you know that feeling. It's nice to have a clean face, ready for the day ahead of you. So I suppose it's worth getting through the hurt of it. Which isn't to say it doesn't hurt, but it's like the old adage about ripping the band aid off. Though it's not entirely one to one, shaving your face isn't as important to your health as pulling off a band aid, but it does feel good to do. Feeling clean is nice.
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I went to my mother's house again for the first time in quite some time for a gathering recently. It's interesting how little she's changed in spite of how much I have. It's like looking at a time capsule. People are weird when they don't grow much. It makes me feel strange. Since I graduated high school, I have done so much, but I meet some of my former classmates and they're still the same as before. Or, the ways that they've changed just don't surface. It could really be either, you know? Maybe others think it's weird how similar I am to how I used to be, how I haven't changed. I like to think that. I like to think that others think of me and care.
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I have a piano in my room that I haven't played in years, but I would like to try playing again. There's just not enough time. I focus more on my writing than anything else. Sometimes I wonder what I would do with more time. I don't even think I'd play the piano more, as much as I would like to. I think I would just write more. Isn't that strange? I say I'd do something with more time, but I don't actually end up doing that. I wonder how many things I've thought like that.
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A snapshot of life
Still as the gentle water
A beating heart lives
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Shaving is hard and it hurts your face. But like a lot of things, it just feels right once you get through it. I bet you know that feeling. It's nice to have a clean face, ready for the day ahead of you. So I suppose it's worth getting through the hurt of it. Which isn't to say it doesn't hurt, but it's like the old adage about ripping the band aid off. Though it's not entirely one to one, shaving your face isn't as important to your health as pulling off a band aid, but it does feel good to do. Feeling clean is nice.
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I went to my mother's house again for the first time in quite some time for a gathering recently. It's interesting how little she's changed in spite of how much I have. It's like looking at a time capsule. People are weird when they don't grow much. It makes me feel strange. Since I graduated high school, I have done so much, but I meet some of my former classmates and they're still the same as before. Or, the ways that they've changed just don't surface. It could really be either, you know? Maybe others think it's weird how similar I am to how I used to be, how I haven't changed. I like to think that. I like to think that others think of me and care.
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I have a piano in my room that I haven't played in years, but I would like to try playing again. There's just not enough time. I focus more on my writing than anything else. Sometimes I wonder what I would do with more time. I don't even think I'd play the piano more, as much as I would like to. I think I would just write more. Isn't that strange? I say I'd do something with more time, but I don't actually end up doing that. I wonder how many things I've thought like that.
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A snapshot of life
Still as the gentle water
A beating heart lives