I have this weird relationship with time. I think I always have. Often, it seems like time stands still. Often, I think of the old cliché about how the days drag yet the weeks (and months, and years!) just fly on by.
That saying is really true, I believe. You kind of go through the motions, do what you need to in order to get through the days that sometimes seem to linger on forever. While you're doing that so much other time, the ephemeral time that exists like smoke or steam, escapes your grasp and floats into the ether.
The good thing about time passing is that it offers perspective. That is one of the things I think that I am really good at. I am good at looking back and assessing (reassessing and re-reassessing!) what has happened in my life. Dare I say, I think I am even pretty good at objectively, well as objectively as possible, understanding my own part in what has happened in my life.
When I hear a year mentioned, like 1992 (first season of MTV's Real World) it usually seems just SO recent. I have a good memory for things and events and minutiae. However, I have a terrible memory for chronology. So, when I think of 1992 and it seems SO recent, I can remember songs, movies, friends, anecdotes, etc., but I have trouble remembering the order of things.
Introspection is great. In fact, I think it is one the most important gifts a person can give to himself or herself. How, though, how does a guy know when enough is enough? How does a guy know when to just let things go? More importantly, how does a guy know HOW to let things go?
Guess I'll just sort of have to ruminate on those questions and see what I can come up with.