Monday, September 11, 2006

Just another day - Time Thieves all around us

Wow, what a great entry by the Slacker Manager about Time Thieves.

Do you know who they are, those, that steal your time? Those, that waste your time? Just realise that this day is gone, gone forever and will never, ever return.

You just grew one day older, got one day closer to death.

Well, did YOU, who reads this entry, just manage to get over this week, this day, this year so far, may be by chance survived a great amount of mishaps? Think and realise how many hours you wasted, enjoyed. I know already what my colleagues at work will say when I ask on Monday - "So, how was your weekend." What do you think?

Reminds me of one of my all time favourite song by Pink Floyd - Time.

"Ticking away the moments that make up a dull dayYou fritter and waste the hours in an off hand wayKicking around on a piece of ground in your home townWaiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rainYou are young and life is long and there is time to kill todayAnd then one day you find ten years have got behind youNo one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinkingAnd racing around to come up behind you againThe sun is the same in the relative way, but youre olderShorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the timePlans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled linesHanging on in quiet desperation is the english wayThe time is gone, the song is over, thought Id something more to say"

So - focus on what you are doing. Be clear about what you are doing. Do what you have to do to get it done. And do it NOW! Not tomorrow, or next year, but now. Because you never know what tomorrow will bring!

And hey - I have a great, wonderful and fulfilling weekend so far. Now I tell you what my colleagues will say about the weekend. "Nothing special", or "so, so." "Sleeping, resting, eating."

Is this not sad?

(NLP in Asia)










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