time

... is an idea. But unlike regular ideas, it is constantly changing. I admire those who are able to shape time to do what they want it to do for them. Because more often than not, I feel like I am a puppet singing and dancing in this drama of time.

Today was supposed to be tough. It was to be a typical monday, full of sulking and irritation. I am relieved that it wasn't like that. But more than relieved, I am astonished. Where did today go? As I happily and somewhat cheerful explored the duties of school governors and how best public policy can contribute to every child's development, I saw my colleagues get up to go for lunch. Was it lunch time already? And where did the afternoon vanish? What is it with time that it just melts into nothingness on one occassion and stretches painfully endlessly on another? Three fairly satisfactory articles were written today but the sense of time almost lost still remains alarmingly intact.

On the way from work to the underground, I dodge tourists and other hurrying commuters alike. During that three minute strategic journey, time is of utmost importance. Its as if every second is like a gong going off in some giant stock taking clock. Its an unending race and A and I often wonder, how do we know if we've won or lost?