Time is our greatest asset, yet the most miserable, mortal mockery. He constantly reminds us that he will not stop, pause or even slow, to allow us to pace ourselves within the motions of life, or even the acceptances of loss.
As I have grown older, and even slightly wiser then yesterday, or even the day before; I have learned to let things develop on there own merit. Place your hands firmly against your desires, but do not stifle the flame. Do not settle for any flame that does not burn with the same intensity as yours, or with the same flicker in its dance. Allow time to be the vizier of the conditions that will unfold before your often, naive eyes. Be the master of your universe, but understand that you can not control the universe itself. What will be, shall be.
All embraces, conversations, good intentions and looks of compassion, will fade with time. This is inevitable. However, we can find some sense of peace with these un-settling truisms, by respecting each moment with a breath of humbleness and a hope that we are being understood. If we have to let go of something, it probably wasn't ours in the first place. If we have to walk away from a thought opportunity, or a place where we once dwelled our creative thoughts, then we must walk away with our heads held high.
We can hold on to our dignity by knowing that we did our best in every circumstance. That we were not cowards or selfish fools.
Time is nor cruel, nor kind. It simple is.
Time is a reluctant and confusing force of nature. We are never quite aware if we have enough time to accomplish and fulfill, all it is that we want to do. But all we can do it try. Try to live a happy life, try to drain out the sounds of madness and tastes of misfortune.
Through the chosen path of time, my story will lay its course. With or without you. Until the end of time.
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