Tag: <span>time</span>
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My favorite scene in the movie “The Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel.” Judi Dench sits on the roof of a building in Mumbai, she talks to her business partner about her private life and concerns.
You would think that an older lady with moderate intelligence and a bit of life experience has learned to say “NO,” but no, she hasn’t. Perhaps I don’t want to?
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I cannot recall a time in my life when I was allowed to do nothing or very little. Of course, I had resting periods, vacations, and holidays over the years but as most women know, we never really rest. There is always something to do.
The view of life, the interpretation of one’s own point of view, in my opinion, is always influenced by the passage of time. The passage of time is always a companion on which the negative of life is dumped. The passage of time is to blame for the fact that the good times are long gone. Everything was better back then, or so it seems.
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It’s us and our expectations who make all the fuzz, time itself passes quietly, from day to night, day in and day out. Weeks and months depart, and then the old year tries to leave at midnight when we are supposed to sleep, but we don’t let it. We stay up, watch it leave, kick it in the rare, tell it to go away, and never come back. Another bad year, like so many before. We expected more, we deserve better. “Go away old year, I will forget you.”
“I still have to do laundry and prepare for dinner. I have to play ball with our dog Vader, quickly water the hanging plants outside, and feed the dogs,” and while I’m piling up the daily I-have-do-mountain in my head, old familiar feelings rise again.
The day just started and now it’s 6 pm
The month is almost over, it happened so quickly
It’s only spring; a new year is just around the corner
Thirty, forty, fifty, sixty years go by too fast
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Have you ever wished the fantastic world of Narnia stretched out behind the door of your wardrobe, or if you don’t have a wardrobe, that a magical door would appear in your closet, or that you just need to run fast enough towards a wall on the platform to immerse yourself in another, magical land?
There is a new trend in the blogging scene. So it’s not that new, it’s been around for so long that it’s even been reported in the media. But I have the feeling lately more and more bloggers are joining the movement and are blogging about it as well. What am I talking about? Slow Blogging!