some nagging nags

It's scary the amount of time that passed since I last wrote anything here. It's like life has gotten longer and I don't have enough time to go through it all. But certain things have stalled and certain things have regressed. And experiences have crept in.

On the surface, isnt it all meant to be like this? You work, you play, you holiday, you follow your routine. I enjoy my work. After work I enjoy my time. Meeting friends, attending parties of old friends and new friends. Taking holidays. Having others the way I want them to be. Perfect. Couldn't ask for anything more.

And then, the thoughts sometimes nag. Where will it all end? When will it end? And then what? Nothing. Yes, that's where it all leads to. Just a matter of time. What by the way is this time? How do we measure it? Why do we have to refer to it to go ahead or even backwards? Can we measure life by anything else? Like say, washing clothes. You are only as good as the next wash. And then the cycle starts again.

And then we measure life in terms of washing cycles! That might make things simpler. Rather than trying to understand and cope up to an illusive concept!