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i love the silence of the middle of the night. its like the whole world is deep in slumber, slowly exhaling after another day has passed. everything is calm. peaceful. at rest. nothing is stressed out. nothing is frazzled. just restful. quiet. beautiful.
there are sometimes moments so beautiful, we cannot handle them on a regular basis. so we sleep through them, completely unaware as they pass us by, unaffected by the fact that we are oblivious to them. and i think that is what makes them so special. the fact that time does not wait, but keeps moving forward, regardless of what is happening in my world. sometimes just standing back and just recognizing this fact is powerful in itself.
do you ever notice that when something awful happens to you, people say that time stands still? i don't find this to be the case, but rather find these times to be when time appears to move the fastest. i find myself upset with time, as if it is choosing to move on while i am stuck in a place of deep sorrow. it doesn't wait for me to move on, it just flows. and eventually i stop grieving enough to play catch up and realize how much time has passed and go back to the real world, with time ever faithfully marching forward.
the same is true though with the best things in life. time doesn't care how much you are enjoying yourself, it just keeps moving.
i love the consistency. i hate how we try to manipulate it, making it do what we want, as if we could control it. that is what we humans always do though: try to control things and then get frustrated when something is out of control. time is consistent. it is always moving at the same pace, regardless of whether we notice or not. sometimes just noticing the moment as it fleetingly passes by is enough.
there are sometimes moments so beautiful, we cannot handle them on a regular basis. so we sleep through them, completely unaware as they pass us by, unaffected by the fact that we are oblivious to them. and i think that is what makes them so special. the fact that time does not wait, but keeps moving forward, regardless of what is happening in my world. sometimes just standing back and just recognizing this fact is powerful in itself.
do you ever notice that when something awful happens to you, people say that time stands still? i don't find this to be the case, but rather find these times to be when time appears to move the fastest. i find myself upset with time, as if it is choosing to move on while i am stuck in a place of deep sorrow. it doesn't wait for me to move on, it just flows. and eventually i stop grieving enough to play catch up and realize how much time has passed and go back to the real world, with time ever faithfully marching forward.
the same is true though with the best things in life. time doesn't care how much you are enjoying yourself, it just keeps moving.
i love the consistency. i hate how we try to manipulate it, making it do what we want, as if we could control it. that is what we humans always do though: try to control things and then get frustrated when something is out of control. time is consistent. it is always moving at the same pace, regardless of whether we notice or not. sometimes just noticing the moment as it fleetingly passes by is enough.