Just lately I can't ignore the encroaching sense that I'm running out of time in many respects. Since the beginning of the year, certain things have been on a steady - but sometimes frighteningly swift - decline. I've felt the lack of control that's been the dominant feature of my 'life' for such a long time to an almost terrifying degree. Things that appear to assault you out of the blue can take a while to adjust to, especially if you have no desire to accept them but aren't sure whether it's within the realms of possibility to do anything about them.
I'll elaborate on this later.
Right now I'm busy procrastinating, as usual. I'm not entirely sure what I'm procrastinating anymore but I live with the constant guilty feeling that I should be doing something else - life itself, I guess.
An important sentiment to remember:
"It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."
-- Theodore Roosevelt
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