There is something we all have, give to people without noticing, squander without care, and worry when we are running out of it. Do you know of what I speak? Time is our most valuable resource. Each second that ticks by is another second of your life you will never get back. Everyone wants more time, but there's no more to be had than what you've got. You should cherish the time you were given by the grace of God, not worry about that which you've already spent on idiotic ventures. We all want to save the time we have, live every day as if it were our last. There's no master clock telling you how much time until the end. That's the fun of it, not to know. What would be the point? Why worry over something that you do not control. Instead focus on what time you have now. Use it to its fullest.
Lazy summer afternoons leap to mind right now, days spend lounging and relaxing. Wading in sunlit pools, watching the crashing surf, spending time with friends. We all make memories whether we actually remember them readily or not. The tiniest thing can remind anyone of bygone days once spent in either joy or agony. The past is the past, but there is a purpose to the memories. They serve to teach us new things, to comfort us when things aren't going so right. Each and every one of us has made an indelible impact on the lives of everyone around them. You've affected the hearts and minds of those closest to you. You just don't know it yet. The old adage "you don't know what you have until it is gone" works here, we all think we have everything we need until the one thing that means the most to us vanishes. Everyone has heart full of little holes made from happy memories made bitter from loss. It is simply a fact of life. We all loose things. Just remember these things aren't worth dwelling on. Life keeps going, you can't stop the movement of the time just to live in a single moment. No matter how much we want to. So many moments in our lives feel as if they lasted forever, moments where time was almost at a standstill. Our first kiss, our first marriage proposal, our first child. Timeless moments like these stay with us until journey's end.
Time in an irrevocable protector, something we cling to with all of our strength. Even if our flesh fails us, the annals of Time will remember us. Our indelible legacies will survive even the passage of Time. Death isn't a punctuation mark, more like a comma. It is not an end, simply a stopping point on the endless wheeling motions of life. Our souls may depart our corporeal bodies to wreathe themselves into the eldritch essence of Time only to emerge fourth and be possessed anew of flesh to see and experience life once again. To explain Time is like to describe color to a blind man. Something so beautiful and so full of life that it simply cannot be described by any known words. Time is indescribable. Time recycles old ideas and entwines them with the new. Time takes those souls whose flesh has failed them and places them back in the word, as Tabula Rasa. Ready to become something. Time is a guardian, a nurse, and a reaper all as one.
Such an abstract ideal as Time can be looked upon as immaterial and worthless. Something not to worry over. But in the end, when our Twilight approaches we look back on our memories. We remember the good things; Love, Marriage, Children, Grandchildren. As well as the bad things; Heartbreak, Heartache, Loss. We yearn for more time, Year above all things just a few more precious moments of life. We all want to live forever, but the fact is our end is certain. It may be unknowable, but every journey has it's end. But Life is a series of Journeys, like chapters in a book. You can't skip ahead to the ending, because that has yet to be written. Each day is a new chapter, and each moment is written irrevocably. We cannot erase our past easily. It can be blotted out and hidden but it can never truly we wiped out of existence. This Book of our lives can be picked up and read by so many others, and each time something new is taken from that book. Something melds into the Æther and becomes one with the reader.
Each gesture, each word, each touch, each look we share with another human being it is as if you were transferring a piece of souls. A piece that cannot be returned. Everyone carries little pieces of everyone they care for. The more you have of someone, the closer you must be. And sometimes two beings are so indelibly linked through the exchange of their essences that one becomes the other is a melding of two into one. The time we spend with our friends and lovers make us who we are. The things we have heard, the things we have spoken, the actions we have taken, the things we have seen they all affect our decisions, moving the hand that writes the book of our lives. We not only affect ourselves but those around us, a dynamic that works among closer knit groups and cliques. We each share our minds freely with one another. We may suppress things and sugar coat them but beneath all the masks of deceit and lies there lies naked the truth. Though unwholesome and unromantic the truth is there. Everyone has secrets that are too dark to speak of, each one of us harbors secret emotions and thoughts. We all deny we feel them, but there they are. Do not live in fear of your own feelings, let them out. Fulfill them. Do not waste the precious time you have in defiance of yourself. How can we know if something is true unless we try? All you need to do is let go of your misgivings and try, no one will begrudge your choice in acting upon long nursed and harbored feelings.
Time is so many facets that the jewel of its existence would be unfathomably massive. We are not all perfect, we must try. If we do not, we will never succeed. We cannot fulfill our dreams if we simply wait and hope. We must stand up and do something. Make memories that will last a lifetime. We must live life to its fullest, while we still have the time to do so. So that is Time, the only non-renewable resource that no one quite cares about.
Look at your clock, count the ticks of it as its hands move. Those are precious seconds of your life slipping away like sand in an hourglass. Hang on to every second, for it may be your very last. But do not expect death to come every moment of every day. Instead live as if you there was nothing to fear.
Shakespeare said it best when he said "Life is but a walking shadow, who struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot." Reflect on all your have done and all you have yet to do. This is a crossroads. I have only shown you the door, only you can step through it. That is all I have to say.
Lazy summer afternoons leap to mind right now, days spend lounging and relaxing. Wading in sunlit pools, watching the crashing surf, spending time with friends. We all make memories whether we actually remember them readily or not. The tiniest thing can remind anyone of bygone days once spent in either joy or agony. The past is the past, but there is a purpose to the memories. They serve to teach us new things, to comfort us when things aren't going so right. Each and every one of us has made an indelible impact on the lives of everyone around them. You've affected the hearts and minds of those closest to you. You just don't know it yet. The old adage "you don't know what you have until it is gone" works here, we all think we have everything we need until the one thing that means the most to us vanishes. Everyone has heart full of little holes made from happy memories made bitter from loss. It is simply a fact of life. We all loose things. Just remember these things aren't worth dwelling on. Life keeps going, you can't stop the movement of the time just to live in a single moment. No matter how much we want to. So many moments in our lives feel as if they lasted forever, moments where time was almost at a standstill. Our first kiss, our first marriage proposal, our first child. Timeless moments like these stay with us until journey's end.
Time in an irrevocable protector, something we cling to with all of our strength. Even if our flesh fails us, the annals of Time will remember us. Our indelible legacies will survive even the passage of Time. Death isn't a punctuation mark, more like a comma. It is not an end, simply a stopping point on the endless wheeling motions of life. Our souls may depart our corporeal bodies to wreathe themselves into the eldritch essence of Time only to emerge fourth and be possessed anew of flesh to see and experience life once again. To explain Time is like to describe color to a blind man. Something so beautiful and so full of life that it simply cannot be described by any known words. Time is indescribable. Time recycles old ideas and entwines them with the new. Time takes those souls whose flesh has failed them and places them back in the word, as Tabula Rasa. Ready to become something. Time is a guardian, a nurse, and a reaper all as one.
Such an abstract ideal as Time can be looked upon as immaterial and worthless. Something not to worry over. But in the end, when our Twilight approaches we look back on our memories. We remember the good things; Love, Marriage, Children, Grandchildren. As well as the bad things; Heartbreak, Heartache, Loss. We yearn for more time, Year above all things just a few more precious moments of life. We all want to live forever, but the fact is our end is certain. It may be unknowable, but every journey has it's end. But Life is a series of Journeys, like chapters in a book. You can't skip ahead to the ending, because that has yet to be written. Each day is a new chapter, and each moment is written irrevocably. We cannot erase our past easily. It can be blotted out and hidden but it can never truly we wiped out of existence. This Book of our lives can be picked up and read by so many others, and each time something new is taken from that book. Something melds into the Æther and becomes one with the reader.
Each gesture, each word, each touch, each look we share with another human being it is as if you were transferring a piece of souls. A piece that cannot be returned. Everyone carries little pieces of everyone they care for. The more you have of someone, the closer you must be. And sometimes two beings are so indelibly linked through the exchange of their essences that one becomes the other is a melding of two into one. The time we spend with our friends and lovers make us who we are. The things we have heard, the things we have spoken, the actions we have taken, the things we have seen they all affect our decisions, moving the hand that writes the book of our lives. We not only affect ourselves but those around us, a dynamic that works among closer knit groups and cliques. We each share our minds freely with one another. We may suppress things and sugar coat them but beneath all the masks of deceit and lies there lies naked the truth. Though unwholesome and unromantic the truth is there. Everyone has secrets that are too dark to speak of, each one of us harbors secret emotions and thoughts. We all deny we feel them, but there they are. Do not live in fear of your own feelings, let them out. Fulfill them. Do not waste the precious time you have in defiance of yourself. How can we know if something is true unless we try? All you need to do is let go of your misgivings and try, no one will begrudge your choice in acting upon long nursed and harbored feelings.
Time is so many facets that the jewel of its existence would be unfathomably massive. We are not all perfect, we must try. If we do not, we will never succeed. We cannot fulfill our dreams if we simply wait and hope. We must stand up and do something. Make memories that will last a lifetime. We must live life to its fullest, while we still have the time to do so. So that is Time, the only non-renewable resource that no one quite cares about.
Look at your clock, count the ticks of it as its hands move. Those are precious seconds of your life slipping away like sand in an hourglass. Hang on to every second, for it may be your very last. But do not expect death to come every moment of every day. Instead live as if you there was nothing to fear.
Shakespeare said it best when he said "Life is but a walking shadow, who struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot." Reflect on all your have done and all you have yet to do. This is a crossroads. I have only shown you the door, only you can step through it. That is all I have to say.