Friday, August 8, 2008

The paradox of time

Why is it that the more good things happen that should be savored and enjoyed in their deliciousness, the less time there seems to be in order to do so?

I feel like I'm on a raft in a huge river. Not too long ago, the river was barely moving and there were times that I feared I was permanently stuck on sandbars or rocks, or that the river just no longer had a current, and I was stuck unless I could manage to paddle enough with my hands to get further downstream.

Now, the current has picked up significantly. In fact, I can hear the roar of rapids up ahead- maybe just around the next bend. I can tell they are going to be some big rapids- some of the largest I've ever faced in my life. And I know they won't last for super long, but these rapids are especially intense because I'm not sure where I'll be when the whitewater calms back down. The river is going to split in several places and it will be my task to steer my little raft towards the branch that seems to me to be the best. But meanwhile, the rapids will still be going on. I'm so excited- I've waited for these rapids for a long time- but man, am I nervous.

Also, in the spirit of Josh's blog post from July 17th, after some data analysis and a little work in photoshop to combine pictures, this is seriously one of the prettiest things I've ever created. This is what I stare at through my microscope for hours at a time- but seldom does it ever look this nice. Oh, it makes me happy!


Ross & Amanda Goodman said...

What a grat metaphor! I hope things turn out the way you want the to. These corssroads ca be so nervewracking!

Anonymous said...

I'm pretty sure there's an appropriate "Emperor's New Groove" quote here, but I can't muster the will to look it up and I dare not attempt it from memory. It's exciting to feel the current pick up, but yes, that also means you might be dashed upon the rocks!

Thanks for flattering me with a sort of imitation. Your picture is prettier!
- Josh