How hard can it be? Keeping a journal, a diary, a scrapbook?

Life passes me by so quickly I wish I had a jar to catch the fleeing, fleeting moments. Surely we now are empowered to do so?

A DSLR to capture that glorious sunset.

A camcorder to film that first birthday party.

A blog to tell of the latest heartbreak.

Captured for posterity; ready and available for viewing.

How hard could it be?

"The greatest amount of wasted time is the time not getting started" Dawson Trotman.

A week, a day, an hour. Where has the time gone? How much is left? Why are we wasting our time, every day? Why don't we get started? Must the pain, discomfort, displeasure of our current situation finally outweigh the sloth in us before we get moving? Why can't it be optimism, aspiration and motivation that overcomes our inertia?