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Author: Merlyn
Fiction Rated: T - English - General - Published: 11-09-06 - Updated: 11-09-06 - id:2274165

The World is a confusing place, what makes sense one day might not make sense the next. What we are told isn’t always what we hear or want to hear. If I told you that the World was going to be destroyed in a matter of minutes and that your sole chance of survival was to strip naked and dance the polka, would you believe me?

Your watch is supposed to say more about your personality than anything else you wear; that handy little time keeping device that you really don’t pay much attention too unless circumstance require it. Those of us who have had to go for a day without our precious watch will understand how much time rules our lives.

It is a depressing stage when you step back and realise that we are all waiting for that final curtain call, with very little chance of a standing ovation. We fill our time with tasks and daily amusements, random routines that make our day easier; having to break from routine depresses us; we all want to be somewhere at a certain time, getting angry when something prevents us from keeping that important date.

Rushing, forever rushing.

We spend days of our lives wasting time trying to prevent the inevitable ageing process; wouldn’t that time be better of spent enjoying time?

In the very depths of your imagination lies a place you would never care to visit. This place is where the most evil of thoughts begin to grow into dangerous, meticulously planned reality. Everyone, even the most honest and pure of us, has these thoughts: what therefore would happen if these thoughts were released? Chaos and destruction. Thankfully this is unlikely to happen as those of us who are dangerously close to the reality of our thoughts tend to be whisked away to some hidden location.

Thought processes are fascinating, here we are having moved from dancing the polka naked to the rather sinister topic of what our deepest most hidden thoughts are. We give very little thought to the actual process of thought and what it is that makes us move from topic to topic. Often the answer is clear, a series of links linking each topic to the other in almost majestic precision. Most of the time you will start a conversation with a topic such as dancing the polka naked and before you’re aware you will be discussing this seasons must have vegetable. We bungle about not quite knowing one thing from the next, but doing a fantastic job of pretending that we are in control of our lives.



© Copyright 2006 Merlyn (FictionPress ID:14802).


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