Time just gets away from us
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In that hustle and bustle associated with paying the bills and taking care of business it has been one of those hallmarks of my life that others come and go before I've really had time to notice and the rush of the workaday world is relentless with that need to chase the almighty dollar.
Just the other day it ocurred to me how many I haven't seen for so long that we're more than alienated ... I no longer know them; our intersecting circles having parted long ago.
It's a shame how that party animal I once professed to be has devolved into this being whose entire life revolves around getting up and going to work or making preparations for getting up and going to work.
How I yearn for those days when I had places to go and people to see. That reality which is our 21st century schizoid world does not appear to be firing those retros of past good times and absent friends regardless of that yearn which oozes from my soul from time to time.
I'm satisfied with who I am and what I'm doing. It's just that the finality of business is becoming the last word in my existence as well.