Waste not want not....

Time, where have you gone? Seems like just yesterday that I was a carefree fifteen year old with no thoughts of tomorrow. Now I spend all that you allow me trying to show my children both the beauty of this Eden and the painful hurt that encompasses all who walk the face of this living hell. I suppose that although the environment is one in the same, that our own personal attitude is what makes or breaks us. I find that what I choose to focus my energy on during the course of my waking moments directly affects my own niche in this world. As much as I try to keep busy at work and concentrate on taking care of my house, kids, mother and bff; sometimes things, places, people or events remind me that this is an imperfect place. Matt and Maddy are the single greatest reminder to me that we can take a whole wheel barrel full of misery and hardship and turn it into the most amazing living slideshow ever seen. So as I spend my fifteen minute break this morning, listening to some very obscure Bruce Springsteen and posting this note to myself to thank God for my children, I remind myself of why I post to this site and why I spend any time at all writing my thoughts down and taking the many photos of the few opportunities that I get to spend with my loved ones. Time, you are a mote in God's eye. Time you are an apparition that we think we see from the corner of our watchful gaze, just to vanish as we turn our attention to you. Time you are a one-night stand, pleasing and tantalizing for the brief encounter allowed; yet leaving just a memory of your presence after you are gone. Time, like a zephyr on a cool summer night, you are blown through our existence in but a millisecond; leaving us wishing for more where we had not even thought of your being until you had passed. Like puppy love remembered fifty years later, one that a name can not even be recalled, just the vague remeberance of something lovely in our youth.

"We can spend all of our time making money, or we can spend all of our money making time."