The Holy Place in Lost Woods
Not that I wish to compare, it's not even as grand as the holy place in lost woods, but if any of you played The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past, you can remember that time you search through lost wood for the Master Sword, and when you first get there, you go upwards through this opening in the woods towards the altar where it lies. At that moment your path is crossed by numerous animals, small animals, that playfully pass in front of you as you go for the sword.
This simple act, these animals, they symbolize their thrust in you, and that you are truly the chosen one, the hero of courage. I find that one scene very beautiful, even though it's simple.
Interestingly enough this post was triggered when I was leaving my house today, the sun breaking through the clouds, the cold air, warming sunlight, all this in the condo I live in, and suddenly a sequence of birds flew in front of my car, just like the scene in lost woods. I somehow reminded me of that. I felt... I felt... important.
I know... my condo is nothing like lost woods, I don't want to compare both, lost woods is a sacred place to me. But it sometimes feels good to imagine you're important, you're a hero destined to grandeur. I know I'm not, at least it does not look like, even though I would love to be a hero.
I saw a hero die, I saw what it's like when a hero dies, and I think, that's the way to die. But this is for the next post.
For now, think of the moments where nature makes you feel like you're a part of a much greater plan, of this mystic world where you're a hero. Dream on... it's good sometimes.

Destruction
With the passing of the time wave, all barriers shattered, leaving but a weakened body behind, wounded deep in his soul.
You regain consciousness, you feel the pain that will now follow you around for sometime.
You admit to yourself you broke the bond you struggled so much to keep.
You feel the other side of another bond shaking upon realizing the bond has been loosened.
During a sneeze you fell the piercing pain through your chest, sign of all the strains in your muscles.
You traverse through a this city, you knew it long ago. It lies in ruins. Only the shadows of your past to tell stories about the horrors of your life.
Sadly, even among such destruction, you feel indifferent. You heart does not pump like it used to anymore.
Good? Bad? Both?
I wish things didn't happen the way they did. At least the events in the past few weeks didn't need to happen.
Why...

Time Attack
You have 10 seconds to read this question and answer it.
...
time!
You have 3 seconds to breath, time your swing and get it right.
...
time!
You have 2 seconds to see the ball, calculate it's trajectory and swing at the right time.
...
time!
You have .5 seconds to watch the hand moving and tilt your body in the right direction.
...
time!

You have two weeks to finish four tasks, and any other eventual tasks you may get.
...
BUT!!! you have this new thing you wanna play, so you want to use your "free" time to play it. How long will you be able to play?
...
not enough time!!!

Time is always a problem. Considering it measures the how long it takes to do things, and we want to do more things than we can, it eventually will show you how little time you have.
Interesting enough, I put things in my life as a priority queue, where things I HAVE to do go first, then things I have to do so I will have time to do things I want, then things I want, then things I can do latter with no extra trouble, then things I should do but don't need to. Inside each category there is some hierarchy. Many people work this same way, but most (I think) work differently.
So, what do you do when you want to get more time? Sleep less? I guess this is the most common answer.
The thing is... in the end... when you stop, if you do, you'll look back, at everything you've done. You'll think that you done a lot. But you feel that you missed something, something you probably skipped through with all the rushing, and feel tired and kind of sad. You'll wish you had dedicated more time to things you thought important. Or in some cases, you'll just resume rushing so you don't think about these things.
Doing lots of things can lead to great things, enables you to do more. But generally it has a harsh drawback. You end up neglecting yourself, taking less care of yourself than you should with all the time you spend worrying about other things.
Then you stop...
then you breath...
then you look...
then you fall...
That's when you lean over a wall, slide to the ground, and sit alone until you feel energy to keep on going.
Hoping someone will randomly cross near your wall and stop to take the time to talk with you, and give you back that which you lost on the way.
Hopefully...
or maybe it's just me.