Clock's running

In olden days, we(guys of my generation) used to go for movies without looking them up on the IMDB or searching for their reviews on Rotten Tomatoes. These days, we hardly do venture out for a movie before finding out what its all about. JK thinks it's a sign that we have moved past our youth. It took a minute to digest. But it kinda does make sense.

There is no longer that whiff of adventure, as one ventures out to new pastures. It's more like panting and grunting to get to the next place or happening, before our breath runs out. Though I don't realize it too often, there is this deeply set notion that every hour counts, since that implies that I have one less hour to live. Ought to make some use of it.

Yet, it seems to be perfectly alright to laze away time. It doesn't feel good to have a ticker counting backwards within your chest, as you take each breath of fresh air or nicotine.