I guess there is not really a difference, perhaps only a difference in the feeling of it. Well to me it feels that the future is laid out on some dark highway, waiting for me to come to it. I wish that I were able to follow this road at my leisure, to saunter along pausing before large events, going slowly and carefully through important moments and taking my time in the enjoyable ones. But the reality is that that I'm in the passenger seat of a mechanical driver, one who is going way too fast.
No. No this is not quite the feeling. The feeling is more that of being pressed forward. The feeling of standing in front of some giant roaring machine that moves inevitably forward, pressing and scraping me along the road. It is a machine I have to run to stay in front of, one that does not stop if I trip and fall down, but continues to shovel me forwards along the abrasive asphalt, scraping and burning me until I am able to climb to my feet again. Deadlines and dates approach far too quickly, and are lost in the noise of the past even faster.
The most concerning date for me right now is the departure date for this trip, and I am pressed towards it at a remarkable clip. Of course I am the one who signed up for this. I am here by choice and have this goal by choice. But it's the same kind of choice you make when you get into a roller coaster you are anxious to ride. One that clambers and clanks along inevitably clawing towards a terrifying drop. 'Wait! Wait! Wait! No, I'm not ready! Wait! N0-!'
And then, light in the gut, you drop over the edge. Moments later of course you laugh and smile and get back in line to do it again. So I frantically gather and prepare myself, and run in front of the machine and ready for the drop...
Ha ha, I make this seem altogether too serious. I look forward eagerly to my trip, but it approaches quickly!
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