it occurred to me that time is all relative. sometimes time doesn't tick by like you'd expect. times slows down and speeds up as it pleases, leaving us to wonder why we stare at clocks. calenders were created by men but we illustrate our lives within their monthly pages. and when the year is done, we rush out to buy another year and then another the next. we gage our feelings on these months, remember what each should bring, what they brought last year. we have associations with days- deaths and birthdays that have occurred, weddings, special celebrations, painful moments and the like. and sometimes we forget the days and sometimes we forget a whole year all together, they tick away and we're still staring at clocks wondering what time it is.
we race the clock, we race our aging skin, we try to speed up metabolism and slow down days simultaneously. we find that some days are long, especially when the sun shines longer- they drown on, but some are gone in a blink. we get up and do it again, and sometimes that feels worrisome and sad, but sometimes it feels hopeful. we made it through hard days, we made it through wonderful, and we'll do it all over again tomorrow and next month too.
love.
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