It's 4 AM and I have the urge to write a post. Around 2 AM, I woke from my crammed, somewhat uncomfortable position on the couch due to a dream. In this dream, I received horrible news that two close family friends passed away. What a way to wake up. Dreams are just dreams right? All day long, I had this uneasy feeling that I am running out of time. That time is of essence. It's this nagging feeling that something bad is about to happen. Something is coming. Maybe this is all induced from work piling up; just plain stress.
I checked the news and browsed the web for couple of hours. Glad that Japan is still there and no catastrophic meltdowns had occurred while I was napping. The world of late has seen mother nature's destructive power in these recent years. Perhaps the rate of the occurrences of natural disaster has not increased, it's just that I paid more attention to them in my adult years. That and the instant coverages made available by advancements in technology from twitter, internet postings, facebook and uploaded video content made it all seem much closer even if the disaster occurred half way around the globe.
It's interesting how at some point in our lives, time becomes that much more relevant. For those that figured it out in the early years gained the most. For others like me, the pressure is on. Yes, I've heard it all before, "time is money", "you'll never get time back", etc, etc. But it's at one particular moment you notice the hourglass's got more sand at the bottom than at the top and that it's draining fast. Maybe today is that moment for me.
