Topic: Friendlies
Eventhough i am twenty four now, the hours pass by slowly (not that they choose to or not). I was promised that time would fly when i get older, but time is still at its own pace; its only life that has changed its course. Repitition ruins a great many things. Repitition, like working everyday 8 to 5 ruins the excitement of life. If i could work 8 to 5 on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, and work noon to 7 on tuesdays and thursdays, and maybe even throw in a few switch days for the weekends, i think i'd be a lot happier. However, as i get older i guess this is what i have to look forward to. Age is not a great nor horrid consequence, but it is a consequence.
I once watched the movie The Hours starring Nicole Kidman as Virginia Wolff. I think it was then that i started to like Virginia Wolff. I had enjoyed the book "A Room of Her Own" in my college studies, but was not fond of Virginia (not that i knew her personally, but only from the character she exudes in ther books and in writings about her). But, it was then that I realized I would not be fully happy unless I too found my ability to be independent and responsible for my own future. However, as I pursued my self-fulfilling prophecy of independence, I soon found that independence was selfish. I then pondered on what Virginia meant by a room of her own? I pondered and pondered, and I concluded that she did not want a house of her own, she simply wanted a room of her own. It is not essential to own your own everything, but it is essential to own and individually identify with some things of your own. This is how the hours affected me.
And now as the minute hand ticks day in and out, I ponder what is essetial to me?
Posted by blog/quinntessence
at 6:52 PM CDT
Updated: Thursday, 20 April 2006 6:58 PM CDT
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Updated: Thursday, 20 April 2006 6:58 PM CDT
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