The Rush and The Constant Clock of Life Ticking Away In Cresendo's

"Is anybody out there, it feels like i'm talkin 2 myself, noone seems to know my struggle and everything i come from, can anybody hear me here, i guess i keep talkin to myself, it feels i'm going insane, am i the one who's crazy here?" Talkin 2 Myself - Eminem ft. Kobe
-To those who have never listened to Eminem, or feel he never raps of anything relevant, i suggest giving him a chance. He always seems to have something to say that we could relate to each day.

Got home from work not too long ago, I'm a highschool student working in drivethru at a coffee shop. Working there gives you some insight into society. Most people are rude, selfish and focussing solely on themselves and what needs to be done that day/night, the rush and the constant clock of life ticking away in cresendo's. It often makes me shake my head, what is this.. does a thank you take too much time from the schedual? Would driving slow hurt you for only one moment, would you be devastated to take one step forward and two back? It's always the people who smile and are polite to you that make you think "well maybe there's some hope afterall."

We're all stuck in a disease..
cause: time.
symptoms: ignorance, selfishness, inability to focus, lack of respect, mental breakdowns, increased stress and many more.
cure: stop checking your watch.

Nobody works for free.., which is the best part of the problem. Because the best things in life are free. There are a few really pure things in life. I choose nature, and in the chaos of the city, you can look at a nature and recognize its purity. Time and money are irrelevant.

My favourite thing to do, is on a sunny day truly look at nature. The grass, a flower, a tree, a leaf. Think about the colours, the biology of it, how does something so heavy hold itself up simply by roots? How of all the colours does it come green? Why do roses have thorns? Focus on the way it collects and reflects sunlight. Write a poem about it, then think of the tree that fell that gave you the right to write those words. Breathe the air, and thank it all for making the chemicals we produce a little less toxic.

My favourite time of year is here, Autumn. The colours are something of a miracle. I live by an escarpment, and with a little imagination, determination, and inspiration, it can look like you're living in a variety of of a crayon box. I havn't seen too many leaves changing yet, but the time is coming. The weather is getting cooler which I love, and you can feel the days getting shorter. A year ago, I would start getting really sad, because i knew winter was coming. Winter meant snow, cold, and ugly weather. I'm thinking about it now, and I think i might enjoy it this year. Winter can be beautiful. Snow is uniquely incredible for it spreads like fire across the earth with grace and beauty. The best part of nature is that it gives without take. For this reason alone it stands above us, all around us and over us.

The secret to the crazy life, is to find that one pure escape and indulge yourself in it, crave it and surround it around you. Respect it and love it. Hold it and watch for it, make it everything rather than something, and enjoy all that it gives back to you. Find your escapism and on those hard days, where you feel like you have nothing left, where everything seems like too much, you'll have it to fall on, and it will be there, with open arms, assured. <3