.:. from the desk of Salty_soul

Friends. Countrymen. Countrywomen. The clock is staring me in the face. Mocking. Taunting. And — smiling too. Yeah, Mr Tick Clock is not all bad.

I am a man divided. Philosopher, I am content to stand still for eternities. With face to the sky I ask questions like, “Why?” and “How come?” and “When?”. It makes me good at strategy and I see things in terms of decades. A futurist? I create the future, but I choose not to live there. And this is where I am torn.

At all other times I am aggressive and stalwart. I pull a lot of weight. And I fight my way foolhardily towards long-off goals that are nearly impossible to predict with any degree of accuracy. In terms of time.

Thus, I am perpetually switching. I leap-frog across time-zones by the hour, day, or week. And sometimes I exist in both places at once — the now and the then. Together it oft can drive me mad. Particularly when there are other forces involved other than myself. Friends, family, clients — markets. Economies. Political hemispheres.

Tick tick tick. Tock.

Now — mes amis — please ’scuze me a moment. I have something heavy to push just a touch further.

S’S”