Timing

So yeah, timing. Timing can be one's greatest friend, it can also be the ruin of everything one holds dear. Timing is the ultimately uncontrollable variable of any and all situations. We've all been the victims of what I call poor timing, and we've all been the beneficiaries of what I call great timing. I think for the most part, people don't fully understand the impact timing has on all day to day events. You can plan out every possible detail of a situation that you could possibly fathom, but you can't account for the timing of others involved in, effecting, or effected by your event. This entire idea is extremely convoluted and clouded, I'd be the first to admit that. But, I hope to inspire thought. If not in anyone specific, then in those who choose to read.

Recently, I could say I've been jaded by timing. But, what's the point in being upset with something which you have no ability or idea how to control? Timing is the unavoidable random chance life presents us with on a daily basis. For myself, timing has most recently made itself relevant in pertaining to relationships. This is by far a common occurrence for myself and others I am close to. Timing, whether poor or great takes part in most decisions.

Love. Love is a great example of timing. Hate is only the logical outcome of poor timing in regards to love. You can be in the most splendid of situations, but if the timing is wrong, there's no helping it. Love can only truly happen when timing, of all things, makes it right. Two people can be the perfect reflection of each other, but if the timing is not correct, they will not be happy.

So, this brings up an important question. Does one simply give in to the uncaring and harsh will of timing? Or is there really something more worth fighting for?

Let's give this a whirl

It seems to be that the first post of any blog states, "I'm new to this". Well, yes I am in fact new to blogging. But, isn't this more about thought than writing on a web page. And if that's the case, I hope no one is new to this. I am a self proclaimed adult child, far from the definition of mature. Those who know me, know that well. What's wrong with that though? Why should we all be forced to grow up, and change what we want from life to fit into the rigid confines of what is society? I don't think there is necessarily anything wrong with that, if it's what you want. I don't know what I want yet, but I know I want do decide on my own.


Sometimes I wish I was a pirate. But, then I realize I'd be horrible at it. Sure, I love to sail and drink, but I'm lazy and stealing anything requires way too much effort. So I'd be the poorest pirate on the water. In fact, I wish I could really just lay on a beach, have a drink, watch the sun set and rise, and count birds. It's a pretty simple life, but a peaceful one.

I think that's really what I'm working towards in life. But, think of it as a metaphor. Replace the beach with a home, somewhere you can relax and watch the days drift by. Replace the drinks with loved one and friends that make the time you spend with them feel intoxicating. Replace the sunsets with evening at home filled with beauty and love, and the sunrise with days doing a job you love. Finally, don't replace the birds, I like birds.