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Time Marches On......  There’s a pause between the second hand’s ticking when a clock is completely silent. At face value, each pause lasts exactly the same amount of time because time is rigid and steadfast. But that is both the beauty and bane of time; it is not nearly as linear as it is supposed to be. Depending upon the contents within that moment it can seem like forever or no time at all, and it’s often the exact opposite of the length you would have hoped it to be. Great moments end too soon, and difficult ones stretch out for an eternity. But every moment ends eventually. Time marches on. There’s a sweet spot of time where the second hand is simply a hum in the background, where I lose track of it in the joy of something. It could be a hike through the woods on a rainy day, riding down a mountain on my snowboard, a series of good conversations with a friend, a really, really good day at work, the peace of kneeling in front of Sir or that eyes rolling in the back of my head, speaking in tongues, the lostness of the right combination of pain and pleasure. In those moments, time is irrelevant. Until it reminds me exactly how relevant it is by running out on me. The moment ends, and you have to say goodbye. Time marches on. In those moments, I am torn. Part of me wants to hold the second hand at gunpoint so it dare not move even an inch. Another part of me wants to use all the force inside of my body to push it forward and be done with it. And a final part of me wishes I would stop thinking about what’s going to happen, or wallowing in what did, and enjoy what’s happening in that in-between, enjoy that quiet before the ticking resumes again, enjoy the now. It is the fact that time is finite, that it doesn’t last forever, that makes every moment important. The bitterness of the end, makes the sweetness of it happening in the first place a kind of miracle. But knowing that doesn’t make it any easier to say goodbye. Time marches on. No matter how much of a love/hate relationship I may have with it, I want to see time as a friend. I have to see time as a friend. Time is the friend driving me to evolve into more. That ticking is a beat that shocks me into making choices, so I don’t get stuck or complacent. Time is an important ingredient in learning, choosing, thinking, feeling, loving, healing, changing, and most of the things that ultimately make me who I am and want to be. Time is the friend who reminds me to appreciate the conversations I have with someone because those conversations will end. To appreciate the sun shining down because tomorrow is going to be colder. To relish being able to kneel in front of Sir while my knees still (mostly) let me. To appreciate the people in my life, both old and new, because loss is inevitable. And to remember that it’s the loss that makes the connection so significant. Time is the friend that teaches me the lesson of embracing what I have when I have it. To not take anything for granted. To appreciate those sweet moments rather than waste them worrying about their end. To appreciate the future for what it could be, rather than what it no longer is. To think about it long after it’s gone, with fondness or growth, or caution. Time marches on. But time marching on doesn’t mean it abandons me. It always leaves more time in its place. Another friend who knows that after mourning the loss of its predecessor, it’s time to see the opportunity in goodbye and march onto the next moment, and the next, and the next. Time marches on. ~goodgirlsdoresearch "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.” |
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i'd like a clock like that
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It's hard to believe we are into October already. Today was a gorgeous day. Howling at the moon and mal ad osteo.
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ali This is another great piece!  Time is a fascinating subject A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing. George Bernard Shaw Jenny
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Or as David Byrne of The Talking Heads penned in their brilliant song “Once In A Lifetime”……….[Time isn’t holding up, Time isn’t after us….Same as it ever was.] Maybe it’s an existential crisis? Maybe it’s about the meaningless value we place on time and the associated milestones we’re all supposed to achieve during key points on our personal life timelines? Maybe it’s a reminder that time is a constant and any attempts to control it are futile? Maybe it’s a warning that watching the hands of time, only distract us from doing the things in life we’d really like to do? Always waiting for the right time. The instant they invented the clock (sundial) as “time”, they simultaneously created stress as a major component of time. More often than not, time and regret are the same thing, they are eternal partners, in an eternal dance. In fact, time as a concept is so important to humans, that I’d wager just as many songs, poems, stories have been written about time, as there have been about love. So once a year or so, we all think about “Living In The Moment”. Actually doing so however, seems beyond human capacity. We can thank our big brains for that….and maybe the bastard who invented “time”! With that, I’m out of time, my to do list calls.
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Time marches on and accelerates as it does. Faster and faster until that screeching halt! Enjoy the little things, the beautiful things and the painful things they are all more important than we realize at the time. In the long run it's the mundane pleasures that can mean the most.
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I was thinking about how this year feels like it flew by. It's approaching the colder months again. Where did the time go? "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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Time is relentless.
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