Time

TIME


Time. I swear, right now, I don’t know how I feel about it, what I want from it, how to live by it. If my life depended on my relationship to time and it’s various characteristics, I’d be a dead man walking……..So I guess I kind of am. I mean, how do you begin? Ya know? How can one minute I be so full of this thing, that the thought of another second brings the Second Coming to my soul, and then, here I am later, begging for more. This little death bomb. It’s such a paradox really. I mean, the very thing that defines the perimeters of our lives, day in, day out, is also the fuse, shortening to it’s final nub, until it’s stomped on, ignites, or merely crisps and fizzles to ash. Is it possible to be furious with it? Time, that is. It makes me wonder what a life outside of it will consist of. Could we even apply these same physical laws to ourselves anymore? I mean if God is outside of time, then to exist outside of it is to catch of brief glimpse of what God’s “everyday” is like. God’s everyday. Sounds like an album. Actually, scratch that, “Everyday Eternity.” That’s sweet. Yeah, I should start a band, but, then again, who has the time? Of course, if I were in the band, on the road somewhere, to home perhaps, I’d be pleading for it to cut itself short. I guess it’s this constant paradoxical chaos time evokes that makes it so infuriating. In every way I think it can be said that paradox and time intertwine to form a double helix for the DNA of life. We can’t have one without considering the other it seems. I like that. See, now I’m happy again. They say time heals all wounds. Perhaps then, the paradox would be that wounds spur time to it’s actual intent: to heal….alas, I’m frustrated.