Time
Time....
Its a funny thing, it's the one thing you desperately want more of but have so very little of.
You want more...
Time to say the things you wanted to say but didn't.....
Time to do the things that you left undone....
Time to become the person you wish you could....
Time to love more and hurt less....
But Time, it just keeps on passing with out regard to what you want.
It's the one thing that remains constant in everything.
There have been points in my life where I wish just for one moment that I could take the hands of time and just stop them or send them flying back, but I soon realize that if I did and I changed that one single choice or event that I wouldn't be the person I am today.
Time is our enemy, and our friend.
I hear people say......'in time you will understand'..... yet I feel there are just some things that time will never help me understand.
We long for more time with loved ones who we no longer get to see, more time to just hold them, hug them, love them. But what if we had time to do all these things? What if our time was infinite.
Would we love as passionately and as deeply?
Would we live life to it's fullest, giving each day all we can give?
Would we cherish our time?
Time is our enemy, and our friend.
It gives and takes. It gives you a new start everyday, and it takes moments away you can never get back.
I think time is the one thing that I can count on that is never going to change even if it is the one thing in life that will forever be changing.
It is constant change.
I hear people say......."if I could just go back in time and tell my younger self"......
Why? Then you would have never had the experiences you did, and you would not be the you that you are today.
But today I hate time........
I hate that it is ever changing. I hate that I can't just pause just for a moment to enjoy the smiles on my kids faces for longer.
I hate that I can't stop time so I can watch the most beautiful sunset with the man I love just a little longer.
And .....
I hate time because it wont move fast enough to get through this pain.
Move faster so that the days don't have to be so hard, the nights so lonely, the weeks don't have to drag on and on.
I hate time because I can't stop it and because I can't move it any faster.
The crazy thing is...
I love time because I can't stop it and because I can't move it any faster.
I don't really think time cares how I feel about it. For that I am glad.
I fear that if it did it would be so confused that it wouldn't know what to do.
So instead it just keeps ticking by, constant, uncaring, ever changing and unknowing of my feelings.
Time it's a funny thing, it's something we disparately want more of, and the one thing that we will never have but a small finite amount of.
Its a funny thing, it's the one thing you desperately want more of but have so very little of.
You want more...
Time to say the things you wanted to say but didn't.....
Time to do the things that you left undone....
Time to become the person you wish you could....
Time to love more and hurt less....
But Time, it just keeps on passing with out regard to what you want.
It's the one thing that remains constant in everything.
There have been points in my life where I wish just for one moment that I could take the hands of time and just stop them or send them flying back, but I soon realize that if I did and I changed that one single choice or event that I wouldn't be the person I am today.
Time is our enemy, and our friend.
I hear people say......'in time you will understand'..... yet I feel there are just some things that time will never help me understand.
We long for more time with loved ones who we no longer get to see, more time to just hold them, hug them, love them. But what if we had time to do all these things? What if our time was infinite.
Would we love as passionately and as deeply?
Would we live life to it's fullest, giving each day all we can give?
Would we cherish our time?
Time is our enemy, and our friend.
It gives and takes. It gives you a new start everyday, and it takes moments away you can never get back.
I think time is the one thing that I can count on that is never going to change even if it is the one thing in life that will forever be changing.
It is constant change.
I hear people say......."if I could just go back in time and tell my younger self"......
Why? Then you would have never had the experiences you did, and you would not be the you that you are today.
But today I hate time........
I hate that it is ever changing. I hate that I can't just pause just for a moment to enjoy the smiles on my kids faces for longer.
I hate that I can't stop time so I can watch the most beautiful sunset with the man I love just a little longer.
And .....
I hate time because it wont move fast enough to get through this pain.
Move faster so that the days don't have to be so hard, the nights so lonely, the weeks don't have to drag on and on.
I hate time because I can't stop it and because I can't move it any faster.
The crazy thing is...
I love time because I can't stop it and because I can't move it any faster.
I don't really think time cares how I feel about it. For that I am glad.
I fear that if it did it would be so confused that it wouldn't know what to do.
So instead it just keeps ticking by, constant, uncaring, ever changing and unknowing of my feelings.
Time it's a funny thing, it's something we disparately want more of, and the one thing that we will never have but a small finite amount of.
