Bob

It seems I've been so busy lately. I feel like most of the time life just goes by so quickly, I only need to blink to miss it. It is thursday night, I have tommorrow off, and I am listening to Bob Dylan, "Slow Train Comming" at 11 at night. Its kind of nostalgic in a way. I'm drinking french roast coffee (Starbucks) and sitting at the computer. Makes me feel like I'm in college all over again. Those were the days, you thought you had the world at your disposal, and that every tree was ripe with fruit for the picking. Ah, but then there is real life, where you arive at the same job day after day, push your way back to your cube, and stare at the padded walls amidst fufilling your work priorities. It seems strange that as children we long for the freedom to make our own descisions, move out on our own, take the world by the horns. Only to find that we are never more free than as a child. Perhaps this is why Jesus said, "unless you become like a child, you will not enter the kindom of heaven."