Monday Aug 08, 2005

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In the Catholic church this is what they call "ordinary time." It's a period of the year in the faith in which there are no remarkable events, such as Christmas or Easter.

So here I am in ordinary time again. Nothing remarkable to talk about anymore.

It's not that I'm too lazy to do anything, it's just that I spend to much time dwelling. I hate the feeling of an unproductive day - there's so much to do and all I can think back on is what I could've done.

It was Vincent Van Gogh who said "my aim in my life is to make pictures and drawings, as many and as well as I can; then, at the end of my life, I hope to pass away, looking back with love and tender regret, and thinking, 'Oh, the pictures I might have made.'"


Oh the things I could've done...


Oh the things I might still have time to do...


"cause behind its door there's nothing to keep my fingers warm
and all i find are souvenirs from better times
before the gleam of your taillights fading east
to find yourself a better life."

surreal

Here's my desktop as it currently stands:
wardy:
Take 2 Halls and call me in the morning! biggrin
in_decission:
Man, do I ever know the feeling you're describing.

It reminds me of all those times in high school I'd wake up late in the afternoon and just feel absolute dread for missing so much of the day, so much possibility.

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