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Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Time.

Hopefully you were redirected from my facebook note, so you've read the poem. This is all pretty much about the most powerful force we know. It's unstoppable. It's irreversible. We can't control it. Who cares if it is relative, absolute, or universal? All we can do is count it, like counting the stars in the sky.
"Time, where did you go? Why did you leave me here all alone?

Wait, don't go so fast. I'm missing the moments as they pass."

I read that bit somewhere around a couple days ago. Beautiful words. Everyone's had a moment like this at some point(s) in their lives. It's unlikely someone has never wasted a single moment of their life, even if this appliesmore for some than others.I'm missing the moments as they pass, you think; it may be the reason you begin to do what's right.Carpe diem.
That thought right there, centered and quoted. Why did I need someone else's words to express what I already knew? To express what I was feeling? The reason I have to write this is because I don't want others to realize the mistake that I've been making when it's too late. It's late for me, but I can still change. Hell, I know I sound like I can change just like that but I know that it will take a while. It's my biggest flaw, after all.
Think about it: time plays such a big role in our lives. Each day ends not because we've accomplished what we want to, but because we've run out of time. Time does not adapt to our needs and wants, we are forced to obey it. We don't have eternity to do each thing we do. Time limits everything. The light of day is not forever. The beauty of night is not forever. Time limits our thinking, words, actions, plans, our lives.
I think that if everyone who knows that their end is near will have this as the one thing that they want the young to know. They, the ones who are unable to do all that they didn't, regret it. The old are wise because of time. Time is the greatest teacher, after all. I hope that we don't learn that the long way.

Born to be slaves of time, should we justpass throughlife? Just take the least painful yet least fruitful way out? People who think this way disgust me. You were given something to make use of it. I disgust myself. So, I'll change. I'll abuse every little moment I have and squeeze everything I can from them. I don't know how, I don't know everything. I'll know it when given the chance. I don't want to go through life saying, "I wish I had done that." I admit right now, I won't be able to do everything, but I'll take every step I can. Don't die full of regrets.