time flies

exerpt from an email to my dearest nathanial

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anyways, i haven't done anything today much of note, just plodded along wishing i was with you. as i look back on even my few years the phrase "time flies" has more and more meaning. i feel that if i stop concentrating on the details of the momentary pains and pleasures of daily life, times will blur my vision at the speed it's moving. maybe that's the real difference between existing and living -- existence is the blur of the passage of time; individual existence will be little more than a single brushstroke on the infinite canvas of the universe. but living is something else entirely. living means absorbing the details, appreciating what one has while one has it. even if all one has is a single brushstroke... might as well be the most colorful stroke one can make it :)