Nostalgia and the Beast of Endings

There is a strange and overwhelming feeling I get when I near the end of something.
Whether it's the end of a good book or the last few episodes of a tv series, or even something like the final level to a video game, I feel a strange sense of sadness mixed with the inevitable anticipation.
The thing is, I find it sad to know that something is ending, that something I enjoy so entirely is actually a fleeting moment.

Look to the Future to Refute the Past

Note to the other Two (everyone else may skip this to read the real post): Welcome to Tuesday~ My day to post, although, I apologize, I haven't exactly been loyal to the posting schedule. I hope that we could instill a reasonable set of "punishments" like we had with the videos. It might help. Maybe it could be that we are required to make a video?? XD


Recently I have been turning a careful eye toward my future. It isn't in a hesitant manner or a fearful one, which is a great turn around from how I felt this time last year but it is still, naturally, incredibly curious.

I really like my job at the moment, but I know that it won't pay my bills for long. Or, at all, actually (I don't kid myself otherwise). It's part time, minimum wage and despite the level of enjoyment I receive from it, it is not a practical solution to my needs.
Thus, I realize I may have to find alternate means of employment which leads me to some interesting conclusions.

1. Although private teaching as I was doing was singularly stressful, the idea of teaching Violin is still overwhelmingly appealing to me. In part because I feel like I may actually be capable of teaching it. For thousands of years students of music, art, structure, politics, everything, were taught through the apprenticeship, the guiding hands of a master or simply someone who had learned before them. There were no videos and it's fairly recent history for books to be self-teaching devices as they are now.
That said, I am contemplating that.
(I have also joined an orchestra in the area, which I will likely be inspired to talk about following it's first rehearsal next week.)

2. Voice acting.
In the past couple of days, the idea of my talents as a voice actor have come up in a severe multitude. I've always loved acting and always loved the idea of voice-acting and I'm honestly considering it.
My first step, I think, is to practice my skills by doing "readings" of various things in several active voices for the purposes of presenting my skills.

3. Job applications.
Obviously, applying to jobs is a grueling, often disheartening, task, but I understand that it is an unfortunate inevitability if I want to attain my ultimate goal-- stable independence.

I have more thinking to do yet, but I think that typing the thoughts out, presenting them as I have allows me some additional conviction.

With 30 Mins to Go

I find that time is constantly shifting in its strange convoluted ways.
How is it, that time, something that mathematically moves at speeds that are constant, that are consistent, how does it grant the illusion of moving sometimes fast and at other times slow?
Is time perfected and humans the fallible ones?
Is our interpretation of time what is skewed?

It is a curious thing to consider how much weight we place in a numeric system considering that many consider math to be boring, difficult, or unimportant.

Maths, the building blocks of the universe.
The measure of space.
The constant of time.

The plague by which we all must succumb to our ends.

Welcome to Tuesday.

Hopefully this post signifies the first post of a regular posting schedule, Tuesday's and Friday's.

I am supposed to be correcting essays and reading books and cleaning and preparing for tomorrow.
Instead, I sit here upon my computer, staring at the blank, white screen, and wondering what it is that I'm going to do with it.
Since I can't think of anything else at the moment, this will be my post.

At least it's something.