Time is an illusion that fascinates as it displays expansion and contraction as though it were a rubber band. Sometimes it is a bookmark so we can find where we left off or it is a comma enabling segments of life to be linked together. We can be suspended in time, lose track of time, or be passed over by time. Where did the time go? What time is it? When do you find the time?
The great imposter becomes even more apparent once we are in a position where life is no longer governed by time. We can let time unfold without consequences or unrealistic expectations. What we don’t get done today, we can always finish up tomorrow without pressure or demands. We notice the duality of time as well. While the days, months, or years seem to accelerate at high speeds, individual hours are in slow motion allowing an awareness of the beauty that surrounds us.
Time is a dictator orchestrating life until we relinquish the watch from the wrist and we begin to march to the cadence of our heart’s desires. Life becomes full of rich moments, deeper relationships with friends, nature, and the very essence of life itself. Instead of beginning the day with the shrill of an alarm, we embrace the crispness of a morn with sounds of silence, reflection, and gratitude.
Admittedly, time brings order to the chaos we live in, but my appreciation is reserved for my antique clock properly displayed on my mantle. Although I miss the deliberate tick-tock of the swaying pendulum that once partitioned life, I no longer crank the key nor hear the endearing chime. The aged timepiece simply reflects another face of time.
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