steady myself on regularity

The clock has become my new best friend. Wordlessly I watch it move throughout the day, ticking off one interval on my way to another, measuring weeks out into budgets of food and cash and time. I cling to these constants while every other detail in my life continues on in what can only be called epic transformation. The changes, oh, the changes have me seasick. The life that I knew a year and a half ago is not the life that I lead now, and those changes have changed me, which made me want to change myself even more. Even still, I lament the person I once was with nostalgia. I kick and pout and cling to the trappings of a younger age, even though I am aware of the lateness of the hour. The sun has set upon my youth, but with that has come a great many wonderful achievements, experiences, and opportunities. Yet nevertheless, I still cling with white knuckles to the constants of the day, steadying myself upon their regularity as everything continues to change.