tick tick tick.  Seconds ticking away down to the dredges and leaving.

it isnt't even an option anymore, soon I will have to leave.  but i guess that is growing up and that is what i have done.  i think back - every now and again - on things that have come and gone in my life.  things include people and events, not necessarily possessions.  although sometimes i do think of my old car.  or one of my old bikes.

anyway.   

i think i read or heard somewhere that growing up is hard to do, and i have to disagree.  because it is only hard if in doing so you change everything that used to be.  i am still able to have fun and enjoy the moments in life where time ceases to tick and you feel as old or young as you want and can exist in that bliss for as long as you want.

but i dont want to be there too long.  i got things to do in the present and things to do in the future.  and for me to do those things, time must tick on and i must get older and adapt.