Sunday, October 19, 2003

And so I mark the passage of Time

Insofar as I have lived my quarter of a century of life, time has never been a major issue. Not when I spent three years of my life bouncing between college and polytechnic, as I termed it, searching for my place in life.

Searching for my place in life, the right route.

And so time didn't matter. one year stretched to three, before the country decided I should don a green uniform and serve her before I got too old to hold a rifle without quivering. Two years in the big green machine that was The Army, and having fellow inmates with me made things more tolerable, and I began marking Time, 22nd April 2000 as the goal.

By and large, it was a goalpost that did not move.

My next stab at polytechnic life was better, and three years passed with nary a hitch and some good times along the way. I'd found my direction, and that made the three wasted years worth the while. It was good but one thing always leads to the next and such is the game of life.

I now have goals to set, again, and it isn't so straightforward this time.

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