tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29925131865817490422012-02-16T07:01:56.235-08:00Sam Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594234877289608442noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2992513186581749042.post-66456082417381093532008-02-05T10:18:00.000-08:002008-02-05T10:26:36.485-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;">Do you ever feel like 24 hours just flies by way to quickly. I mean some days I get into bed to go to sleep and I feel like I didn't accomplish or even do very much that day. For that matter a month can fly by just as fast and you realize that the next rent cheque is due. I don't know if there's a cure for this, something that I/we could do to change the pace of life. I'm not saying  I don't have fun or experience anything in the days/months that seem to be gone in a flash, but they just seem to speeding up at a pace that might never slow down. I'm not trying to be a downer... just something I've been pondering lately. This reminds me of a song quote (dedicated to my father-in-law)... <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Slow down, you move too fast. You got to make the morning last. Just kicking down the cobble stones. Looking for fun and feelin' groovy</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; ">." <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(Simon and </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Garfunkel - 59th Street Bridge Song) </span></span><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2992513186581749042-6645608241738109353?l=youneverknowitcouldbenothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sam Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594234877289608442noreply@blogger.com1