I’ve been pondering moments lately. You always hear about those stories where someone who misses death by a mere second or unfortunately meets their demise. A man’s life can be ended or saved in the briefest of moments. Even if the moment is not so dire, a man’s life can be summed up during every second. During any one second, a decision made or chance encounter can change a life for ever. Does this mean that every second (or millisecond or measurement of your choosing) can be a representation of your entire life? And if so, how does one approach each of the millions of moments met each day? Is the hero the man who approaches each of these moments with the expectation of a new path? Just ponderings now, but I’ve started a short story on the subject. Writing was after all the original purpose of this site, but I have to say it hasn’t been much filled with it up to now.
Work is going well. I’ve been working on ideas that I have had for a long time on how to best develop software. There have been many snags but we have been on schedule for the last two projects and the current one is proceeding well. I have had a few pangs of emotion about stepping away from coding. While I certainly didn’t develop our current product single handedly, far from it in fact, I do feel a strong ownership of the code and design. To turn that over has been hard. I know that our team is excellent and will do great, but there is a desire to be back in the trenches. However, the new challenges are really exciting and I believe I will do some good.
I don’t know why this is turning into a life update post, but I will plow ahead anyway. I had a visit from dear old friend and ex-girlfriend this week. It is strange how the ties of intimacy are hard to break with time. She and I ended our relationship almost seven years ago, but there is still that desire every time we meet. Maybe it’s just old regrets or new loneliness. However, I think it has more to do with that choice of intimacy that makes those ties so strong. Yeah, I’m back on that moment thing . . . Love is not an emotion. The emotion is the byproduct of a decision. Actually, it’s a recognition. The choice of love is the recognition of the beauty, the greatness, the nobility of another. While that recognition is on a scale of experience (your first girlfriend is almost never your last), the recognition is almost always correct in some way and that choice is in some ways irrevocable.
Jeez, I’m rambling, I don’t know why I felt the urge to write. However, before I get too silly I’ll call it off for tonight. More soon . . .
[Listening to: Beatiful People - Rusted Root - When I Woke (04:11)]