Thursday, October 1, 2009
Time is Life... or life's biggest jest.
Time is like a river
You cannot touch the same water twice
beacause the time that has passed will never pass again
Enjoy every moment of life
Even with many lives,
This one is all you have in a lifetime
This moment is all you truly have in this day
Time is a manmade construct for improved functionality in the duality in which we live
In truth there is no need to hurry
You have all the time in the world
You cannot fail at being you
Get out there and live your life out loud
Make a difference and be the love you want to see in the world.
Since I was young, I have been hearing the word "once upon a time" and "a long time ago".
Time. It's been here before the earliest existence ever known. Why do we feel like it's often so... scarce.
One night, I was trying to remember a time in my life where I was that euphoric and blissful. I actually don't know why but I can't seem to remember those times. I knew they happened and they were not just dreams. I don't know, if time was playing tricks on me. If those memories were gradually erased like writings white against the green board. Is it just me, losing track of time that has passed, that i need to tell myself, "don't get stuck there again, you can't bring them back, go move on."
A friend of mine told me that perhaps, it's just me and my mind, that I may not be happy if I remember, that's why my mind won't let me. Perhaps, he is right, for everything that was in there ended bitterly, even if I didn't want it to.
What was I thinking? of course, I could never get them back. For indeed, time is like a river- I cannot go back and feel the same waters i once enjoyed for it is carried by current, toyed by the wind.
But hey, I just want to remember. That's all. What's wrong?
Now, I do know... why God did not make time travelling possible.
What would then be the use of making decisions if we could always go back and change them to alter consequences? or the use of the changing skies of the sun and moon and stars? or the the use of being with your loved ones today?
That is why we need to make the most of what we have, of the moments that we are given, of the precious time we have in our hands. Time may always be plenty and present, but once it has passed, it will never pass again.
I wonder, if time is abstract and very difficult to deal with for us to say "There's not much time left", or the other way around. For in reality, as the poem suggests, there is always time- it doesn't wither like a rose, it doesn't slip away like sand, it doesn't fade like photographs.
For the words "late" and "early", I don't know. But, the most valid reason to give out when you are one is that you simply lost track of time.
Go ahead and play with time for as long as you want. There is always a right time for everything. A time to rest, to play and to work. A time to remember, and a time to forget. A time to move on, and a time to hold on.
Time could be a friend. Time could be a foe. Time could get as real as you think. But time could just be a joke to laugh at, or a truth to behold.
Time is simply magical.
Err, speaking of time, I think the due date of my KOM1 term paper is near. :) Au'voir, reader and use time wisely. Make the most out of it and don't rush things. *wink*
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ps: hi johndel. :)
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ianne ended @ 12:24:00 AM
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