I see ‘em!

Dunno where to begin,

life’s pace is a blast.

which round I’m racing?

overlapping the last.

We clock in this time,

numbers set on a watch.

silent rounds we do chime,

the thin turn fat as we watch.

With movement we mime,

the actions of our day.

Life’s race a pantomine,

stop - still - watch -

time still passes away.

Hi! I’m back cos Dumdum is beginning to write, and thinking of the joy she gives me as I read her entry, I decided to write this. Hope you like it <big wave!>

This lil poem is just a little about what I’ve been thinking about; how we should stop to write little entries of our lives. Like little attempts at time-taking in a race, it is important to stop and take our time, reflect on our progress, to glance briefly at the watch and forget about the race. It’s quite a cliche, life as a race, but cliches are so because they are truths that we dismiss because we always hear it in so leaden a fashion. Come let’s visit this cliche with fresh feet!

Like a diary/blog entry, it is difficult to take time to write, take time when we have been running a race too long and not bothering to stop to reflect. But well we have to start somewhere. I feel blog entries kind of pile up. If I write today’s entry I kinda neglect the past ones; so much material to omit! Sadly one just has to get started. It’s like only remembering to press your stopwatch when you have already gone like 7 or 8 rounds. Should one bother? I guess so, that’s why I’m writing this thought down now even though there were many before.

Hemingway once said ‘Never mistake motion for action.’

Sometimes we are so abothered by appearing to move that we forget to see where we are moving. Hence we must take time to reflect. The thin and fat hands do move alot, but they are just going round in circles. It is kinda funny when we think about if we stop running the race, we turn from thin to fat. Like in real life, as we stop to reflect, our sense of the forward-rushing moment disappears as we float up and see the pattern of our lives. Sometimes we are not running forward, but in circles. Upwards another step, the thin minute minute hand disappears and we go to the hour hand. Guess I too should learn not to be too caught up in the moment and learn to look from a bigger faraway perspective.

So I can say I am glad that you, kind reader, have bothered to stop today and pause a minute or two to think (I hope) about this entry. I have stopped to think (oh 27 minutes) and write this. Perhaps you have seen through these 2 minutes, into the course of your past day, week, maybe even month. Strange, you might just decide to stop moving more regularly. and grow fat?

We all must pace ourselves and rest at times. Aiya, what if we do run another round?

(On a side note: if you have been using a digital watch all your life and didn’t really catch my message on the race, then my many sympathies. Analog is just more fun!)