Time

"the secret of life is enjoying the passage of time" ~ James Taylor

the concept of time is a mystery. no matter how hard i try i can't wrap my head around it. how it happens, why, when - you name it, i'm trying to figure it out. time goes by slowly in the moment but quickly when the moment's over. a day spent languishing is never long enough. it seems like i have hours to go, then all of a sudden it's over. i don't get that never-ending day feeling unless i'm working, then it's "will this day ever end?"

"we may never pass this way again" ~ Seals & Crofts

i often think about stopping time. if i had that ability, in which moments would i choose to linger? at a concert recently, Tommy Shaw, the feeling and artistry of the singer and the songs, left me wanting to feel it for hours longer. that empty feeling when the moment has passed and you're left waiting for more. i started to think, where would i stop time if i could, what moments would i preserve. the trouble with that thinking is that times often seem commonplace when you're in them. they don't seem as special until life has changed and gone past the simpler times. i know now which ones i would've liked to savour but didn't know at the time.

"old days, good times i remember" ~ Chicago

when our schedules get crowded it seems there's never enough time. again, the concept eludes me. yes, i know, the cycle of life - birth, life, death - but what does that mean. you live a big part of life without the loved ones you treasured. you know that if you could stop time, you would choose moments wisely and those with lost loved ones are first on the list. but would you know to stop it? when they are old or sick it's logical to think that way. but time spent with those same folks when they're young and healthy or those who are taken too early, time spent with them may be one of those commonplace feelings that don't merit a second thought, that don't make the list of where to stop.

"if i could turn back time" ~ Cher

so i'm left with the same dilemma - where would i pull the plug on moving on quickly to the next moment. which moments deserve that privilege. savour times past or preserve the present because i'm painfully aware of where it all ends. back to the concert. somehow i know that it made the list. that the feeling i had during those moments was one i needed to last longer. back to the concept of time and the mystery it holds.

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writing while mad

i tell people that after i'm gone, someone is going to get an earful (or an eyeful actually). i have SO many journals and anything with pages that i've turned into journals that, like i said, someone will find out a lot more about me than they intended. unless i somehow dispose of them before then which is about as likely as the proverbial flying pigs. one of the downsides of journaling your feelings is that your feelings actually do get journaled. and when i'm most likely to need an outlet is when i'm spilling over with thought. sometimes it's happy happy joy joy, others a cathartic release about something playing in my head. and then there are times when i'm downright mad. yep. when i feel like hurling those feelings at their target, sometimes (not always by any means) writing them out seems like the option that just may keep the peace. so i spill. what they did, how it made me feel, how they could've acted differently, on, on, on. oh that felt good. i can now walk back into the arena without my gloves on. and the page gets lost among all the others. until there it is, at some future date. for whatever reason it's there and i'm reading. it could be over someone long gone from my life but i'm right back in that moment, totally pissed off. and you know what? he or she really was an asshole, most likely a BIG reason why they no longer inhabit my space. i've never been one of those with a "gratitude" journal or putting any name to a space that i feel should be unbridled. except i do write down my dreams on a separate space for whatever reason. maybe it's because they are so utterly bizarre that i want them to have a place where they can exist separate from reality. but the mad gets mixed in with all the other reality, on whatever page in whatever book is handy.should probably create a journal for madness only and once released those pages need to leave at some point. either when the object of the fury is no longer around so there isn't any way those feelings can spring back to life through random page-turning. or better yet when the anger has subsided and i'm back spending good times with whoever-it-is. it's a good idea and one i should definitely implement, unfortunately it sits with al the other ideas with good intention but not enough action. how about a "good idea" journal? sounds like, well, a good idea.



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