If only we could stop and stare.

Somehow, i find myself slipping past time at a pace where i can hardly even catch my breath. This moment i'm doing this, the next i'm thrown into another novel situation, knowing that i'll be doing something different the next. I'm thrown with so much choices with so little time, i'm scared. Fearing that i might make the wrong moves and end up stalemating myself. Life has never gotten more exciting. PHEW!

Its so fast its scary, thats all i can think of of it now. There are so many things i want to do! Argh. My imagination is forcing myself to move so fast my body can hardly keep up. Its the same euphoria i get sometimes when i go on long distance running. Nice, painful shot of feelings streaming in. Knowing that even for just one brief moment at the end can offset whatever sacrifice made before.

I've never felt so free, i've never felt so crazy, i've never felt so good about life.

and its scaring me.

somehow i think i need a break even before the real deal has began. To stop and stare and enjoy beauty even in the stillness of time, rather than the opposite.