tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167118023573797856.post5002033497216418403..comments2024-02-24T15:33:47.064-05:00Comments on Sooo-this-is-me: Braking For TimeSooo-this-is-mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02001864616415319712noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167118023573797856.post-70015787077730474002008-07-21T13:17:00.000-04:002008-07-21T13:17:00.000-04:00It seems we all feel the same way. What gets to be...It seems we all feel the same way. What gets to be immediately noticeable is the sun disappearing quicker and quicker. Or arriving later and later. ;-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167118023573797856.post-62227175237214861742008-07-20T07:40:00.000-04:002008-07-20T07:40:00.000-04:00Thanks, Steven. This is a good reminder to enjoy e...Thanks, Steven. This is a good reminder to enjoy every moment, and do my best today. It's how the yesterdays become pleasant memories, and the tomorrows free from regrets.Billhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11041374614464589328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167118023573797856.post-55329614413674042632008-07-17T08:15:00.000-04:002008-07-17T08:15:00.000-04:00Where did it go? I have been feeling a catch in my...Where did it go? I have been feeling a catch in my heart the last couple days thinking of those I've known, family and friends, the boy, the teen, the young man that was me, already gone... Stories lived, hearts that loved, all, in one way or another, so soon gone. <BR/><BR/>Oh very young<BR/>What will you leave us this time<BR/>Youre only dancing on this earth for a short while<BR/>And though your dreams may toss and turn you now<BR/>They will vanish away like your daddys best jeans<BR/>Denim blue fading up to the sky<BR/>And though you want them to last forever<BR/>You know they never will<BR/>You know they never will<BR/>And the patches make the goodbye harder still<BR/><BR/>Cat StevensJoe Jubinvillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09489419756833657839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167118023573797856.post-9010096974097319662008-07-16T00:46:00.000-04:002008-07-16T00:46:00.000-04:00hey steven,look at it this way: enjoy every moment...hey steven,<BR/><BR/>look at it this way: enjoy every moment in its entirety because it all does seem to just be gone in a fleeting second.<BR/><BR/>now that i am at the doorstep of turning forty, i think it's crazy that the new generation of young adults is so hung up on having everything NOW, NOW, NOW! or worse YESTERDAY!<BR/><BR/>i still have at least forty more years to look forward to and that seems like plenty of time to me.danny/ink2metalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11725921328440113665noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167118023573797856.post-60037952507513651222008-07-15T22:35:00.000-04:002008-07-15T22:35:00.000-04:00It's true, if only we could slow it all down.But, ...It's true, if only we could slow it all down.<BR/><BR/>But, aging is the only way to live.Vic Mansfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06194671996997775313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167118023573797856.post-64108662662098965492008-07-15T19:11:00.000-04:002008-07-15T19:11:00.000-04:00Nice post, sometimes I think I'm the only one who ...Nice post, sometimes I think I'm the only one who notices time moving so ....well....how it wants too...without my permission <BR/><BR/>I'm glad, from reading your profile, that your free from the closet.<BR/><BR/>I often wonder about people from high school also, and wonder how we would of all reacted, at the time, had we known about......... all this "living" we would have to go throughAlanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14928753285253014213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167118023573797856.post-56738430289752576962008-07-15T18:46:00.000-04:002008-07-15T18:46:00.000-04:00That boy is still inside you, as are all the permu...That boy is still inside you, as are all the permutations of the boy you were and the man you became. Instead of mourning their passing, revel in your memories and the wisdom you gain from having so many "people" upon whom to draw.<BR/><BR/>Time is an artificial construct. What was is no more, and what will be is not here yet. Draw a deep breath of what is now and inhale the scents of the day. Be here, live here and now, and be alive in the present; it has so much to give. And so do you.Birdiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12852713057094279347noreply@blogger.com