… and time is also life. It’s the frame we have to fill with pictures, experiences, memories of our choosing. Time is really the last frontier. The only thing we know for sure is, that we get less of it each second.
All we really have is now. And now is such a fleeting moment, that only few are aware of. A man I know had a breakdown over stress. He wasn’t able to be conscious, about more than a minute at a time. Couldn’t remember the past, couldn’t plan the future. Sitting in his couch it dawned on him, that if he let go of the past and the future, the expectations from others, and from himself; if he dared doing that, letting go of what he might become, he experienced total bliss. And the tiny moment he held in his mind, the now, expanded. He was thoroughly shocked by this. Happiness was all of a sudden so simple.
And I remember the holiday we partied in stead of writing an assignment for college. Running wild in a full moon night on the beach, seeing the sun rise as the moon set, while the lights of a lighthouse rotated over us. That was magic. The score we got wasn’t good, good-enough though, but the magic moments we had when we didn’t write, I wouldn’t have missed.
I guess when it’s not time, it’s really a waste of life to do it…
4 had something to say:
so, the lighthouse fascination is omnipresent...
well, a good girl should first do her homework....
(first work and then fun is what my parents teached me ...(in vain))
Im going for world leadership in SL. Havent got time to study.
"Listen, young lady, your mom and I are fed up with you skipping school and running around on the beach. And what about tidying up your room?".
Well, I'm a grown man now, and still I find your piece on time very insightful, even though I kind of hoped you had a solution to how to avoid the bad conscience and the self-loathe that comes along once in a while, when you've spend TOO much time running around butt-naked on a beach, howling at the moon. I have to work on that every other day, dammit.
Maybe it dreives from the thought that popped in to my head on the day of my graduation from high school: I can vividly remember, that I thought to myself, that this was probably going to be the happiest day of my life. I must have supsected that the (almost) carefree days were just about over, and that obligations would start creeping up on me.
It turned out I was right, of course, but I have tried ever since to prove that I was also wrong, by using time just right. Have I succeeded? Hmm..., I'll keep you posted. But I've gathered some moments in the present that still keeps me happy in the past, and vice versa - if you get my drift.
Anyways, Kean, I'll keep reading your radiant ramblings and yes; you can call me "dad" if you want to. Love from Mikey.
"I kind of hoped you had a solution to how to avoid the bad conscience and the self-loathe that comes along once in a while, when you've spend TOO much time running around butt-naked on a beach, howling at the moon."
Hehehe... you do that????
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