Life stops at 5

The sun sets at 5.00 pm today. Just noticed through the wide window glass, again, at Spot. This is the second day of winter, officially. The idea that life stops at 5 is horrifying me. That's the time when life starts back then, when the offices close. Cold, dark, quiet, -I think it is quite conducive for two things: reflection, creativity (you can go nowhere, s stay and compose a music piece or write something) or frustration/loneliness that can leads to suicidal act (is it true that the suicidal rate is higher in Scandinavian countries?). The cold, dark, quiet stuff just don't match my idea about 'life', I mean, like, 'real life'. Some people find life in casinos, or pubs, or clubs, or discos or those sort of 'night life' spots. I have never thought of those places as real life though. Restaurants and cafes perhaps, but not the formers. Yes, the music is loud, people chat, -yell each other I can say, since they have to compete with the music, -sound like life, but no they're not. If you want some (loud) music, go to a concert, or install your own home theatre. People hardly talk there. If you want to chat, go to a cafe, people can talk there. Feels like screaming? Yes, karaoke could be the answer, one can scream without being investigated for having a mental health problem. Want to dance? Yeah, that's another question. I don't dance, not a single move. So we can skip this question, can't we? (this is the trick I learned from my ex boss, an I***** who always said that whenever he was put on the corner). Want to gamble? Never have enough money to waste on gambling. Bored? Boredom is a luxurious good. Never have such luxury to feel bored. Bored meaning one has TOO MUCH time, and that's a rare occassion for me. Always have a way too many things to do and explore in this world that I wish I can do if I have enough time. I think it's John Rowle's old song that has those words, here I just Googled them:

So much to do
If I only had time
If I only had time
Dreams to pursue
If I only had time
They'd be mine

Time like the wind
Those are hurrying by
And the hours just fly
Where to begin
There are mountains I'd climb
If I only had time...

Time..time..time..deadline..deadline..deadline..schedule..schedule..schedule..they're ticking out..

Wondering why I decided to write this at the first instance..a distraction, I created my own distraction..not a good idea... I'd better end it here..