When life is summer programming
From what a read, man was initially meant to be on this earth for about 50 years. We became good at prolonging our life span by inventing medicine, better shelter, and overall advancement for us to withstand nature's elements. But of course with our ever increasing need to develop ideas and technology, we spent more time schooling ourselves, more time training, preparing for... something (I'm not really sure). Then when the time comes to finally put all that preparation to use, we seem to be excited to be finally ready, we're in such a hurry to do... something (I'm not really sure) at a breakneck speed, or better than anybody else.
Then we do it.
But what happens when you run out of things.
I feel like my life is starting to resemble something of a carbon copy of what everything came before it. Kinda like TV re-runs in the summer months.
I've been working pretty hard lately, more than most, but less than some I'm sure. And while the lines of work and play are somewhat blurred, I did give myself the time in January to knock back work, and leave time open for friends and general free time.
I spent a lot of time at home, cleaning and tidying, watched a fair amount of sport, sorted my images, and did a lot of computer maintenance. One thing I didn't do a whole lot of, was friends and general free time. It seems that when I have the time to spent with people, they aren't so keen on spending it with you. It's not personal I understand that, but the timing sucks ass.
And so as I head back to work tomorrow (in both a day job and photography sense) I'm actually looking forward to it. Socially there's just no adventure, but no comfort either, it's just... something (I'm not really sure). I feel like I spent a ridiculous amount of money living in the city, partying in the city, catching cabs to and from places, only to end up in the same place I started.
Time to head back in the shell for a while.
Then we do it.
But what happens when you run out of things.
I feel like my life is starting to resemble something of a carbon copy of what everything came before it. Kinda like TV re-runs in the summer months.
I've been working pretty hard lately, more than most, but less than some I'm sure. And while the lines of work and play are somewhat blurred, I did give myself the time in January to knock back work, and leave time open for friends and general free time.
I spent a lot of time at home, cleaning and tidying, watched a fair amount of sport, sorted my images, and did a lot of computer maintenance. One thing I didn't do a whole lot of, was friends and general free time. It seems that when I have the time to spent with people, they aren't so keen on spending it with you. It's not personal I understand that, but the timing sucks ass.
And so as I head back to work tomorrow (in both a day job and photography sense) I'm actually looking forward to it. Socially there's just no adventure, but no comfort either, it's just... something (I'm not really sure). I feel like I spent a ridiculous amount of money living in the city, partying in the city, catching cabs to and from places, only to end up in the same place I started.
Time to head back in the shell for a while.