BLURRED.

There's that beeping noise again. No more hitting the "snooze", I tell myself. Another day, another start. I open my eyes. And it begins...

The blades of the fan overhead whirring past my sleepy eyes. The bare essential time needed to get to work on time is there. Get up and get out. Join the morning rush hour, be a part of the go-getters, be a part of the chaos, be lost in a sea of millions like you. The flow of humans guides you where you want to go. Punch in the clock. Look at the figures and stats staring at you from the computer screen and punch in what you can make sense of it all, all the knowledge you have got in your entire life has come down to this. You do this and your life will be better, they tell you. That is the way the system works, that is how you rise. Obey. Sneak in some personal time, listen to songs all the time being worried that you might miss out on something important, talk to your friends hoping nobody sees you doing it on their time. That's right..your life is now "their" time. Time to head back, be a nameless face in ceaseless crowd again, just another guy going home after a long day. Get back, get that instant coffee and order the 20-minute "on your doorstep" meal...and watch the images flicker past you at the speed of light with every touch on that remote. Laugh at that awesome joke someone SMS'd you...and forget it after forwarding to all. Go online. Have conversations that you won't remember, with people you don't recall. Download a movie that'll sit on your hard-drive for two weeks, before you delete it unwatched. Get that song you love and add it to your collection...where it'll get lost in 12,000 others. Try to sleep. Feel all the thoughts racing inside your head, undisturbed in the silence after the noise of the daylight. Dream about something, something that you'll forget the second you wake up. Go for a night out on the weekend, where all images cease to exist in the mix of dim lights of the clubs and the alcohol induced haziness. Get stoned, and nothing will matter at all, no thoughts, no need to recall anything. Take a vacation, where all the memories are fixed in the lenses of a camera, and after a few months those images will be the only things that'll spark off any memories. Find love, and then time will accelerate to a point where everything stands still...until you realize time is over and you have to leave. Time will never be enough. They told me to live my life, every moment of it. But every moment seems to keep getting shorter as life passes me by.

My whole life is passing me by in a blur. And I am afraid to catch up.

The vision I had is all blurred.