Of all the souls I have met in my travels...

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I could not have picked a finer time or space to have lived, if god would have given me the chance to choose from any age and place.

These can be the best of times or the worst of times, much like Mr. Dickens once wrote. Still, these are times I have, with the people that have taught me a bit about life. The good and the bad, I owe it to them. I am also responsible in some way to the good and the bad in their own lives...

Thank you, for being in the path of my ongoing journey to a fate that has not yet been written, but that for now is being fulfilled.

The Graveyard Shift

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Today is my first shift, since two years working at RTP, that I am doing the Graveyard Shift.
I am not sure if any zombies, ghosts, goblins or any other entities will find it in themselves to grace me / scare me with their presence, but i do feel that the this will be a very unique experience for me.

I need the this time.
I guess i need all the time. Without time, I do not exist, for there is no way for me to express my life, so every little second counts, just like breaths, I can't skip one out, whenever I skip it, that will be the last one I will skip. It won't matter if it's night or day.
So, during this shift, I will try to keep all my breaths going.

But... there is something about a midnight to 8 am shift that stimulates my inspiration to write. I don't know if I got this influence from my father, who always had a nocturnal life, at least that is how I remember my childhood. Seeing him preparing for a good night with himself, the computer, the vcr, his books, himself, or just by simply contemplating the night, through is own unique way of being.

It is rather ironic that for this shift, I am surrounded by machines that keep the audio signals going through the airwaves to all 5 antenas, and to keep my self going, I brought my computer, my books, and my wit to keep me going through the night.

Walking through the corridors, I feel the echoes of the day that has just passed, and yet lingering the feeling of life that all the producers, sound-technicians, spokesman, and all the ones involved on making radio produced while they were here.
Am I going mad, or are the spirits of yesterday trying to reach me tonight?
That would certainly make this night more interesting.
Just imagine, if the spirit of Mr. Wells would storm into studio 19, and all the sudden the classical channel would change from its traditional routine to a remake of his classical performance of the war of the worlds! Why that would definitely make the night become day, to many people, I am sure!
This kind of magic only happens at night, when the lights are so dimmed, that what you do not see is what allows you to imagine whatever you are inspire to think, such like what you hear adapts as your new soundtrack for what you start to imagine.

I will keep you posted for the graveyard shift, as it unravels my imagination.

Ta

C


mamuts@gmail.com

The Times

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How the time flies when the mind is occupied?
With all that has been going lately, it should not surprise me if one day i wake up on the eve of my death? With 24 hours left, would my endeavours in life had been fulfilled with all the occupations my mind had wondered off to in my lifetime?

It is nice to have this time right now, to pause.
Do you ever pause?
Do you ever take your time, and just inspire yourself with that breath that reminds how much alive are you?
Did you feel that? just now? a breath coming in to the system?
For a moment now, all your past is mere oblivion and all your future is an infinite choice of roads, to many to consider, and all you are left to grasp is Now!

"
-What's happening?
-We're in now Now!
- What happened to Then?
- We missed it.
- When?
- Just Now.
- When will Then be Now?
- Soon... "


So what do we do with Now?
Whatever we want.
Write to friends and tell them how much you love them.
Go and play in the city on the edge of forever, and dream of all the possibilities of life has to offer, realizing that it doesn't matter to relive all the choices, what matters is building a chain of choices as you go along and feel accomplished by the decisions you made.

It is up to me, to give you all the best i can give, if only I know how to...

For now, nothing else comes to mind... i better keep on breathing...