How to deal with "A dreaded sunny day".
Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 6:01 pm
Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2006 10:11 pm
(((((Anyone reading this))))
I'm in an odd mood; so, it probably might be best to ignore me from the outset of this post.
I've had a really nice day – I truly have – as I spent some time with someone I truly like, and did things that were all Sunday and relaxing; if you know what I mean.
All is great, and the Sunday quietude can be fantastic I find these days (is that an age thing?). Indeed it seems to me, we get into our 30s and things slow down (in a nice way). I no longer feel that teenage desire to merely just go out and do "whatever".
Unfortunately, like the infamous "egg timer", time is slipping through my hands and the joy and this final sense of "completion" I feel right now, is coming to an end. It scares me.
These, mainly, momentary glimpses of "happiness" pass far too quickly I fear. It makes me think. Moreover, sadly it seems – personally – these moments it seems are only recognised in hindsight. The everyday reality/perfection becomes confused and lost in the, "Did you do the washing up, or is it my bloody turn again? You've got to be joking, I did it all last week!"
So is there an answer as to how to appreciate the fleeting moments of happiness, is there a way to hold onto those perfect moments?
As happy times draw to a close, how are we to deal with an unknown week, month and an uncertain year?
Stephen.
(((((Anyone reading this))))
I'm in an odd mood; so, it probably might be best to ignore me from the outset of this post.
I've had a really nice day – I truly have – as I spent some time with someone I truly like, and did things that were all Sunday and relaxing; if you know what I mean.
All is great, and the Sunday quietude can be fantastic I find these days (is that an age thing?). Indeed it seems to me, we get into our 30s and things slow down (in a nice way). I no longer feel that teenage desire to merely just go out and do "whatever".
Unfortunately, like the infamous "egg timer", time is slipping through my hands and the joy and this final sense of "completion" I feel right now, is coming to an end. It scares me.
These, mainly, momentary glimpses of "happiness" pass far too quickly I fear. It makes me think. Moreover, sadly it seems – personally – these moments it seems are only recognised in hindsight. The everyday reality/perfection becomes confused and lost in the, "Did you do the washing up, or is it my bloody turn again? You've got to be joking, I did it all last week!"
So is there an answer as to how to appreciate the fleeting moments of happiness, is there a way to hold onto those perfect moments?
As happy times draw to a close, how are we to deal with an unknown week, month and an uncertain year?
Stephen.