Restless

Recently I´ve been thinking of my incapacity to stay still. Most of the time, I´m doing something, or at least making plans about what I´m up to next. And most of the time, that´s something good, it keeps me going. But one has to wonder if that quote by Lennon isn´t right - life´s what happens when you´re too busy making plans. But if you don´t plan at all, you´re bound to waste life, also. So the thing is to find the middle. Balance. Grey areas.

Nothing´s absolute.

And I also wonder about this urge to do stuff. It´s like every single minute counts. They do! It´s like I knew there´s not much time. What´s the referrence here? I´ve had almost 20 years to do something. That´s not even a quarter of the time that I still have - hopefuly - to work with! Is this why elders are calmer? Cuz they think they´ve been through enough?

If time is relative, then why do we feel like we´re running out of it?

So here I rest - or not, less - in a place between doing too much and planning too much, ending up with neither and no middle, if that´s possible. I guess if you try to do too much you end up doing too little of each. But if you try too little, it feels like time wasted.

Ok, ok. I still have some long years of learning up ahead.