Finding time

For the last few days, I have been thinking of posting another blog. There was a backlog of thoughts that i had to clear...thoughts on nuclear bombs, pulse rate during exercise, death sentences and what not.

And as a quick scroll below will show... i haven't written on any of these topics. In fact, i haven't written on ANY damn topic.

It's not because i don't have time to write. But because i don't have time when i want to write.

I only get a strong urge to write when
1. I am with Shums ...and my two arms and two legs are tied up in chasing/holding/bracing Shums
2. I am working
3. I am in the loo

But when i do have time....i just while it away...
And then i feel bad about it...

here's lyrics from floyd that capture my dismay over wasting away time

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And then one day you find that ten years have got behind you

No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking

And racing around to come up behind you again

The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older

Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time

Plans that either come to naught or a half page of scribbled lines
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