The Onward March of Time.

Light flashes across the sky, and a sound of thunder follows, rumbling through the forest, the reverberations shaking the forest floor, and the trees. The animals look up, and in some instances hide. The scent of rain is in the air. The feeling of revolution, and change permeates the air, the earth. The feeling goes into the core of nature itself. We are given a finite amount of time to live our current lives. We waste so much of it, working for others, an making them richer. They no longer feel the need to share the hundreds of millions or billions of dollars they make a year with their rank and file. It's all about the board and the share holders. They need another Yacht, and a vacation home on the west side of Hawai'i to match their one on the east.

We as human beings are meant to be so much more than poor wage slaves, to an out of touch billionaire that never remembers their employee, the reason they make so much money, the reason their companies can get so big. They build them on our backs and just throw us away. I'm looking for a way out of the rat race. I am looking for that crack in the door, to bust through it. I'm meant for so much more than answering a phone all day.

Time does not wait for anybody, if we don't notice, life will pass us by. I'm looking at possibly furthering my education, and getting a certification or two that in the end might allow me to work from home. I hope that it will, and it will make things so much easier to handle.

And in the end, I leave you with an amazing song...

Wake before the sun, sit in the car cursing at everyone. Walk to your cube, stare ahead at the screen, looking at words and numbers that don't mean anything. Working for scratch, unable to get ahead. Keep doing this, till your old, feeble and dead. Longing for more, looking out at the light. Why do we sit here, when there sun, and the wind in which to delight? Why do we sit here, making them rich, while we twist and turn trying to make the money meet at the ends?