Time

Wednesday 15 March 2006 2:07pm

Time just keeps ticking along. No matter how much we want it to speed up, slow down, go back, it just moves along at it's indefinable pace.

And sometimes I look at all that's happened and passed in the last 12 months or even 6 months and it's SO much. Yet here I am. Not much different, not much has changed.

How do you measure personal growth? How do you even know there has been any? Maybe I'm just flattering myself to think that something has come out of all this. Time ticks on and on and on and maybe it's just human arrogance to think that I'm not standing in the exact same place I was before. My sister likes to remind me that the world doesn't revolve around me, but maybe it does? Maybe it swirls around me, indifferent to my whims, emotions, existence. My body grows old, deteriorating, crumbling like a sandstone cliff and time continues as if nothing.

Others don't stand still. Others have an impact on other peoples lives, on humanity as we know it. Do they feel as insignificant as I?