It's been a crazy year by and large. Between tornadoes, floods, earth quakes, volcanoes, tsunamis, killer sprouts/cucumbers, rapture, royal weddings, winning the world cup.. if you're reading this now, congratulations! You have made it half way through 2011.
Incidentally, this is the 10 year mark from high school graduation. I don't remember anymore if I wondered what the world would be like 10 years from when I leave school. Even if I did, I can't imagine I would have imagined me.
It's funny how when we envision the future, we think of what we'd be working as (always high flying), we'd imagine the world (always more technologically advanced- synergy) and our loved ones (always healthy)... but we don't generally imagine ourselves... our insides, our thoughts... our being.
I know I've begun writing in paragraphs, the blogs almost been commercialized, there are lesser posts on average, lesser creativity.. does that reflect me? There's this innate sense and feeling of redundancy in here, that I think makes me want to re write the whole of this year.. and I can't seem to shake off this feeling of living on borrowed time.
Looking, shifting, searching for what's been lost may be the theme for many many people, who I knew that I wouldn't be standing around them observing but with them, learning. Who knew.