Life speeds by

It's been awhile since I've visited my little blog. The year is speeding by. Sometimes I'm caught in the rush; sometimes I feel like I'm standing still as the world rushes round me; mostly I feel like the world is standing still and I am rushing through it. I don't like those moments. They make me feel I'm missing the poetry of living when I don't have time to appreciate it. Like that old cliche about stopping to smell the roses every once in a while. Well I guess here I am. Smelling the roses.
I went to a bookstore today and browsed their classics. Not for the first time I picked up Franz Kafka's 'Metamorphosis', read the first paragraph, and thought to myself 'I really have to read this book'. Then I put it back. I've had a block of chocolate sitting in my house for two weeks that I haven't had time to eat. If I don't have time to eat chocolate, I definitely don't have time to read 'Metamorphosis'.
But every time something like this happens, I promise myself I'll make up for it later. When I finally get time for myself I'll buy 'Metamorphosis' along with 'The Great Gatsby' and a hoard of other books on my list, and I will read them all. I'll stuff myself with other people's imaginative meanderings. And it won't matter that there is no time for that this year. It won't matter at all.