Time as we know it

The weirdest thing had me thinking late a few nights ago.

I read somewhere that since the sun, as a star, is past a certain age, each consecutive day is approximately 1 second shorter than the one before it. So, technically, in 86,400 days, we'd miss one whole day. But before that day arrives, 43,200 days into the future, hell, 7,200 days into the future, won't we notice the sun setting at 4 in the evening?

Of course, 1:30 am was too late to be mentally juggling multiples of 3,600 so I fell asleep with a rather confused look on my face.

And then came the wind..

The wind takes a few,
the Earth holds onto some..

Some fly away..
Some fall to the ground..

Through the heat of summer,
monsoon showers, and cold winters..

Some are picked up,
and become a perfect skeleton amidst a book..

Some lay strewn, laid out to die
turning into fossils as a proof of life..

They're all the same..
Some change color..
They all age..
They all want to fly high,
and be carried far..
All of them exist..
Some of them live..

Like peas in a pod we aren't,
like leaves of a tree we are..

Grow up

Teacher in a class:
Little Billy, what would you like to be when you grow up?

Billy:
I wanna be a fireman, just like my Dad..

Teacher:
Very good! Little Sammy, what about you?

Sammy:
I want to be make buildings, just like my father.

Teacher:
Very nice! How about you little Jimmy?

Jimmy:
I wanna be racing driver!

Teacher:
Is you Dad a racing driver?

Jimmy:
No, my dad is an asshole!

Hahaha.

The Call

It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word

And then that word grew louder and louder
'til it was a battle cry

I'll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye

Just because everything's changing
Doesn't mean it's never
been this way before

All you can do is try to know
who your friends are
As you head off to the war

Pick a star on the dark horizon
And follow the light

You'll come back
When it's over
No need to say good bye

You'll come back
When it's over
No need to say good bye

Now we're back to the beginning
It's just a feeling and no one knows yet
But just because they can't feel it too
Doesn't mean that you have to forget

Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
'til they're before your eyes

You'll come back
When they call you
No need to say good bye

You'll come back
When they call you
No need to say good bye..

---
Regina Spektor
"The Call"
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Simplify

Henry David Thoreau said, "Our life is frittered away by detail. Simplify, simplify."

While at first I didn't agree with his statement in it's entirety, the fact that it was from one of my more trusted personalities made me think about it.

I then said, "Leave the detail for car design. Live and love simply, and wholeheartedly.

Yes, we must let details prevail where they will be appreciated, where they will bring joy and that sense of discovery, however small.. Those special places to hold things in your car. Those unique design elements that very few will notice. But even in these, simplicity maintained enhances their appeal. Elegance, thoroughly understated, and achieved, is far more admirable, in my opinion.

But, when it comes to love; so I didn't get you flowers, I rushed straight from work to your place with my heart in my hands..

Rain

Rain. It makes the green come alive. It freshens up your view.. Of course that's only for those who care to look out their window.

Rain. Symbolic for so many things to so many different people. It may bring happiness, happy memories; it may be a reason to go for a walk, to disguise your tears. It brings hope to some, despair to others. Just getting out of a life-changing job interview; or just getting caught on the way to one.. Ah, so many situations, each one will be someone's story.

Rain. White clouds. Grey clouds. Grey skies. Blue skies. Each one reminds me of someone. Songs in the background as I stare out at the window at the rain outside, hurt me, push my imagination into a higher gear. My mind races. Back in time, as well as far into the distant future. Memories come alive. Dreams take shape. Some you shoot down, some you foster. Dark nights. Pouring rain. All you can do is hear it.. Amber streetlights set aglow the downpour, though that's only a hint of what's out there.. Millions of drops crashing down.. I wish upon the invisible stars that they're not anyone's dreams or hopes. No, everyone should have a dream, and hope. Because without them, you'd rather be another drop in the ocean. I choose to be the drop that falls in the desert. I may evaporate in an instant, but if I've helped trigger life, my purpose has fulfilled. Desert rains have that extra effect. Like an icecream man just happening to come by on a hot summer's day. Let the rain pour. Let the rain come down. Wash our troubles away.

Rain. Take me away to my dream. I walk on thoughts. I dream. I dreamwalk. Reality is behind me. Just Utopia lies ahead. I see clearly. Only in my dreams do I see clearly.. Even in the rain I see you.. I know it's got to be you. I believe.. I will walk through it all. But only if I see you there. Take shelter under the tree if you must. But I shall arrive drenched as ever. From the very first drop, I wished for an unending shower. I look forward. Drench me. Drown me. Keep me.

Rain..

Stance

The year is 1988. A lone tree stands. Growing each day. Taller and stronger. Summer and the rain, scorching heat, flooding showers - it has seen them all. Staring at it every morning, taking in it's beauty, it's serenity, I feel happy, content, at peace.

Everytime leaves grow afresh, a different green; and everytime they're old, another shade of green altogether. I watch. Years, decades go by. The tree stands tall and full. Home to hundreds of insects and birds. The tallest tree as far as the eye can see. so many more surround it. Nearby housing grows around for the rat race. The monsoon winds cause a sway, that stirs discomfort. People fear that which gives them shelter. They begin to doubt. Society plagues the mind. Nature can only handle so much.

The year is 2011. A lone tree stands. A carcass of what it used to be. My example of the plague of society encroaching upon Mother Nature's greatest subjects.

How I wish this was only about that tree..