In Continuum.

Zip! (Special 400th Post Entry)

I've told you guys before that i havent the faintest idea on what to type in this entry.I didnt have a clue on what to type,and i was under the misconception that a 400th post has got to be THE entry.You know,a long entry with endless words,stuff like that.You know,like the birthday of a nation,when the contingent at the National Stadiums seems to go on forever as they rush towards the center of the spotlight.That was my idea of something memorable,something like a benchmark.But now that i think of it,i dont think there is a rule stating that you need to have a long ass entry to commemorate something.In fact,even if there is such a rule,it mustve been set by me.And since this blog belongs to me,and it is about my life,i think a little tailoring and alteration of the rules wont hurt,right?

Anyway,since i was speaking of phases,i cannot diminish the importance of the big 400.I was looking through the posts from my very first one in this blog to the 200th,and then from there till this very entry.I've grown so much as a person,from the very first benchmark to this one,and i must say that when i look back at those entries,they are like mirrors of the past,time capsules telling me just how dumb i was in the past,and how much better as a person i am right now.I guess there are too many things,too many emotions welling up inside of me.So much so that it is overflowing the brink,and i guess the following quote is the only way i can fully tell you guys how i am feeling right now.It is true,that every new beginning is some other beginning's end.

"...'Do you know how long a year takes when it's going away?' Dunbar repeated to Clevinger. 'This long.' He snapped his fingers. 'A second ago you were stepping into college with your lungs full of fresh air. Today you're an old man.'

'Old?' asked Clevinger with surprise. 'What are you talking about?'

'Old.'

'I'm not old.'

'You're inches away from death every time you go on a mission. How much older can you be at your age? A half minute before that you were stepping into high school, and an unhooked brassiere was as close as you ever hoped to get to Paradise. Only a fifth of a second before that you were a small kid with a ten-week summer vacation that lasted a hundred thousand years and still ended too soon. Zip! They go rocketing by so fast. How the hell else are you ever going to slow time down?' Dunbar was almost angry when he finished.

'Well, maybe it is true,' Clevinger conceded unwillingly in a subdued tone. 'Maybe a long life does have to be filled with many unpleasent conditions if it's to seem long. But in what event, who wants one?'

'I do.' Dunbar told him.

'Why?' Clevinger asked.

'What else is there?'..."

--- Catch-22 by Joseph Heller

Think about it.Until the 600th post!