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Friday, 12 February 2010
If only there were more hours in the day......
I certainly don't intend to die for a long, long time but as one ages one is ever more conscious that there's so much to be done and experienced while all the while the final time-boundary approaches. In my case it's to do with the particular arts I like - reading, music and cinema. As at now there's over 40 books I have here which are yet to be read, in addition to the numerous re-reads I've marked out. I keep passing a charity shop where second-hand paperbacks are on display on racks outside at dirt-cheap prices. Can't help myself buying - I'm addicted. Then just today I received an ordered box set of the complete Puccini operas on CD - while I'm still trying to get through, for a second time, boxed sets of the complete works of Bach, of Mozart and all the Haydn symphonies (106 in this set). Then in the coming week alone I want to - sorry, ought to - go to the cinema to see 'Precious', 'Invictus', 'A Single Man', and 'Ponyo'. While we're stuck with 24 hour-days a desirable alternative would be to sleep less at night but I've always needed more than average, more than likely because my brain is ever-active and there's so much 'clutter' in there. And somehow among all that I've still got to find time to ogle at men on the computer screen as a second-best to seeing them in real life. Oh, the troubles of human existence - it's exhausting!