perksofbeingmel

I hate the tug and pull of time.

There are times when I want the time to slow down, or stand still.

Then there are times when I want the time to speed up.

It’s almost exhausting to keep up with.

But I’m sure time feels the same way.

It would be awful to be tugged back and fourth, getting gripped at to stop moving so fast, or being told to slow down.  Time has no control of itself.  And we have no control of time.

The demands we have are useless.  Time cannot change, and we cannot change time.

I have to tell myself that, because I always find myself frustrated with that fact.

I haven’t decided whether time is my friend, or if time is my enemy.

It’s confusing to want so many different things from time. Fast, slow, steady, hold on, okay hurry up.

It’s confusing to want something that is impossible.

In the moments I want time to speed up, sometimes I’m still wanting it to be steady.  Because to fast forward through time means giving up on potentially precious moments.  And that’s a scary thing.  To skip through time, to where you think you want to be?

I fear time, and what it generally means. But I can appreciate it and its consistency.

And though I always want time to meet my needs, I know that time cannot.

Time has an agenda of its own. And who are we to try and interrupt?

It’s an everyday thing, my tussle with time.  But I know that each day passes the same way, and that it’s a treasure to see a new day.

Time. Time. Time to live.