


It's like a top... it just keeps on spinning, even in various conditions. The dining room, the kitchen, the sidewalk... just give it a flat surface and the little gadget will impassively spin around and around. It doesn't matter if you spin it and then walk out of the room. It doesn't pause... it just continues until the force of gravity finally brings it to a standstill. Life is like that... spinning round and round... until its end. It may be short, but it's certainly a persistent little thing. And, like the aforementioned trinket, things do not pause when you leave or rewind when you return.
Perhaps life ought to be more like Tivo. Leave for a bit, and no worries, you can always press rewind when you return. That way my narcissistic desire to be included in everything I find pleasurable can be granted.
It's hard to be everywhere at once... unless you're the internet. Although I can't speak from experience, as I have never tried such a thing. I doubt I could handle the stress.
Either way, I sit here with the top. Wondering... should I continue fussing over my inability to savor all moments... lest the spinning top come to an...

