Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.”
― Kurt Vonnegut
Time is a funny thing. Simply the way we view time is awkward at best, as most people view the march of time as a steady, linear progression that chases onward after infinity. But in the abstract view, we can find two paradoxical truths that are indeed relevant to time itself.
The truth is, there exists the illusion that you have plenty of time, and the knowledge that you never have enough. All you have is time, and all you don’t have.. is time.
Often I think of why our concept of time is regulated to spinning hands on clocks, and not to the rhythm of nature. Where this is how the human civilization flourished for millennia, but no longer. And in this thought I’m reminded of my own rhythm, of my own whimsical nature, and how time is never truly wasted when the moment stands with purpose.
I’ve lived most of my life in the moment. Daring to move beyond my comfort zone has always been a passion of mine. With a deep and perturbing wanderlust I’ve set forth to unknown places, if for just to see them and nothing more. I’ve dropped responsibility at the door and have made spontaneous decisions, many of which weren’t the wisest of moves. I’ve busied myself with trivial matters and at the end of the day I’ve looked back and asked, where has the time gone?
Over time, I’ve lived and I’ve struggled and I’ve loved and I’ve lost. These are my marks of life, as most people can claim as well.
But I’ll never regret. Never will I look back and say “that was a waste of time.” Because that very notion is the illusion of time at work. In truth, the experience was the builder. Every action, every thought, every emotion and its unfolding has brought me here, to now where I’ve always truly been; here in this constantly evolving present moment, this one mysterious saga of continuous experience that I can call “my life.”
And it hasn’t yet stopped moving.
So as we all are playing our games, living our lives and going about our days, we should all take “time” to remember time itself.
Remember that life is meant to be lived. Remember that it never stops moving, that you never stop flowing, that you never stop loving and that you will never stop becoming.
These are our gifts.
As the Earth welcomes the gift of the flower, and as the flower thanks the Earth for its gift of life, so should we thank life for allowing us to have this moment, and thank God for this gift of life.
We should remind ourselves of this always. And then we may look back and see that all of our joy, all of our pain and all of our actions have been worth every minute. I’ve learned this simple truth with great resistance it seems…
But yet I am grateful for it all.
Make “time” to be grateful for time. And this alone will set you free.
Source: Time Out