It's June Already

It's June already, how can that even be possible? It feels like it's only March, not so far into the year. People often say that time flies when you're having fun. I experienced that this week while I was doing some volunteer work with children. I think we've all had a moment like that, when we feel time has just flown by. Everything just seemed right in the world, and when it ended you wished it could go on forever. Those are great moments. In contrast it seems that unpleasant moments last far too long, minutes stretch into hours. It funny how we still remember the good moments more accurately than the unpleasant ones, or maybe that's just me.

Similarly I've found that time flies when I have a busy schedule; my days turn into weeks as I put my head down. But what about pointless moments. You know, those days you just arse around at home and get nothing done. I agree that those odd off days we get to relax never seem to last long enough, but strung together I've always found pointless days to drag on forever. There are times to rest, and then there are times that have no purpose. I have always found such pointless times to drag on eternally. Yet, things have changed. I recently had my college break, two weeks off. I spent the majority of the time in my room, reading, gaming, playing piano, and otherwise being alone. Most of it was pointless, which was kind of my point. Yet it blurred past faster than I could see. I feel more rested, but I feel as if I didn't have a break. Then I look up to realise that it's June, and I've really spent most of my time alone over the past few months.

So weird. It feels like only last week that it was February. So much has happened in my life since then, though a lot of it has been in solitude. Maybe that's why, I've had to events to mark the passage of time. But that wouldn't make sense. I've had class and work, as well as social and church things. It doesn't feel real that it's June. That can't be possible... yet it is. So unreal. It feels unreal that I am already through a third of my academic year, that it is almost the middle of the year when it feels like the year only started a month or two ago. I just can't wrap my head around it. I want to, it means I am closer to my goals, but it just doesn't feel right. Almost like it's too good to be true, it a slight way. Odd.

One day.

Jem.