Wouldn’t it be nice if we could change the chapters of our lives like we change the songs on our ipods? If we could skip through the sad days as easily as we can skip over the crappy techno songs that mysteriously find their way onto our playlists? Or those trendy pop songs that sounded like good ideas at the time? 

I suppose I should turn to my blog during rough times, not avoid it.  Seeing the words on my screen makes it all a little more real than I’m willing to accept, I guess.  Or maybe I’m just worried the right words won’t come together and I’ll be wasting what little time I have. The transiency of time has come into sharp focus, you see, and I’ve become quite economical with it.

But what fun would life be if we had so much control, really? The reality is, life is very different from an ipod; we have to suffer through whatever the shuffle that is life arbitrarily spits out, without ever knowing what’s next and without the luxury of fast-forward. It’s scary.  And exciting. And sometimes all the bad songs are in sequence, and sometimes it’s a long one; but a decent tune will will inevitably make its way through the speakers, and you’ll remember that life’s not so very different than an ipod afterall.