Thoughts on Time
Time is an amazing thing. Sometimes it stands still, stagnant, repugnant. This is the worst kind of Time, it make syou feel old and young and slow and crazy. Time can also be a cascade, a flood, a stampede across the Sahara. This kind of Time can be elusive, evasive even. At other times, Time can move fluidly, with rythm, like blood coursing through a vein. These are good times, when there is a rythm, a reason, an order; good because you can anticipate events.
For me, Time has been rythmic, it has been fluid, with pause for the stagnant and the flood. Time has been good for me, I've had chances to learn from my mistakes, to mature, to grow. I've had the opportuntiy to experience the good, the bad, the ugly and the beautiful. I've been handed the chance to observe the world around me, to take it in, to absorb. My mind has expanded and my heart is less guarded.
Instead of seeing Time as a series of minutes, hours, days, weeks, months or years, I see time as a series of Dynasties, Eras. Eras of men in my life, love and heartbreak, loneliness, as well. Eras in locations, where I laid my head to rest. Eras of school, of friends, of sickness and health, of moods, of prosperity and desparity. It makes Time seem much more fluid that way, without the particulars of meted Time. Some of these Eras overlap, some of them move gracefully through Time, like jellyfish drifting along in the ocean. At other times, they pass one another by, running, racing, competing. But always, there is the beat of my heart, blood in my veins, the constant rythm of life which makes sense of all things, which drives me, motivates me, to push on in this Time.
For me, Time has been rythmic, it has been fluid, with pause for the stagnant and the flood. Time has been good for me, I've had chances to learn from my mistakes, to mature, to grow. I've had the opportuntiy to experience the good, the bad, the ugly and the beautiful. I've been handed the chance to observe the world around me, to take it in, to absorb. My mind has expanded and my heart is less guarded.
Instead of seeing Time as a series of minutes, hours, days, weeks, months or years, I see time as a series of Dynasties, Eras. Eras of men in my life, love and heartbreak, loneliness, as well. Eras in locations, where I laid my head to rest. Eras of school, of friends, of sickness and health, of moods, of prosperity and desparity. It makes Time seem much more fluid that way, without the particulars of meted Time. Some of these Eras overlap, some of them move gracefully through Time, like jellyfish drifting along in the ocean. At other times, they pass one another by, running, racing, competing. But always, there is the beat of my heart, blood in my veins, the constant rythm of life which makes sense of all things, which drives me, motivates me, to push on in this Time.