If you were given a book, started reading, and realized it was the story of your life, would you keep reading only until your present time? would you close the book and forget about it? or maybe read just the last chapter? Would you really want to know all the turns your life might take? I know I would, I wouldn’t read the whole book, because chances are I would want to modify the parts I didn’t like, where suffering and hardships occur, but I would love to read the last chapter, challenging myself to accept whatever it might be. Dwelling on the subject, I started thinking about life, specifically Time. There are so many lives outside of our owns and how time means something different for each of us.
Some want to catch up with it, others avoid it running so fast. Some need it, like the perfect cure of aches, others reject it like a daily dose of poison. It is moving, so fast and so slow, full of mystery and revelation. It controls the dimensions between past, present and future. It could be the best friend, or the enemy. There is so much weight in time, that sometimes I wish it was lighter, where it can travel backwards or speed up faster.
Ask yourself the same question, and whatever Time means for you, make the best out of it. While it stretches and while it shortens. Use it wisely, don’t waste it, or dream upon it. Just ride with it, day by day, since it can only go forward, at its own pace.
XOXO – San