Lost

Sometimes time seems to get lost as if you have no idea where you put it. Its quite amazing really, when this happens because you never think that time of all things can be like this. You never realize that at some point you can see where you are in life and wonder how you got there.

For example, at 5 AM at an airport terminal I wonder when did this happen? How did it occur? Its quite easy to give into randomized sequential chaos that we call life. Its quite easy to just become one with it. It takes great discipline to stand above it, and see control it. Its not something that everyone has the ability to do...just ask the junkie on the corner. There are times, when you wonder why didn't I sleep when I could have, and you convince yourself your a man who seizes the moment. Until that moment becomes so heavy it feels like cinder blocks on your eyelids and your muscles become stagnant.

Time...does get lost. The objective is to try not to lose it too often. It would be nice to be able to have a systematic routine that provided discipline and control in life, but it would also be bland. What to do? I really don't know. I guess seize all the moments you can, and remember them.