Life isn’t complete without upheavals rocking the boat, preventing a smooth sailing. Mountain sized problems creating chaos, stress, depression and misery. Am I right or am I right?
I’ve found that facing adversity, even when I couldn’t dropkick its ass from here to Nebraska, has made me better as a person. Made me more self-aware of what’s important and how to live my life in a way that gives me not just satisfaction but a sense of contentment.
I’ve also noticed that people who have it easy don’t appreciate what they have. They are so used to things coming to them with little effort, that they believe it’s their exclusive right to do whatever they want, uncaring of whether it’s wrong or right. Do you know people like that? Far too many of them and alas, not enough meteorites.
But I digress. What I wanted to talk about actually was Time. The all-elusive fourth dimension. Time’s never what we want it to be. Why do some things take longer than they should and others shorter, especially happy, fun moments when you want them to last forever?
Time is relative. What does that mean? People’s viewpoints differ and it’s only by comparison that we see how much. When we’re miserable or depressed, a second lasts an hour, a minute lasts a day, an hour lasts an eternity.
When we’re so happy our hearts could burst, an eternity can go by in the blink of an eye. Why is that?
Our emotions, they’re the key. Our own emotions are what give Time power over us. Yes, I admit it, we’re running out of time. We’re born, each of us with an hour-glass with a handful of years to our name. So one day shall we die. If that doesn’t give time power of us, what does?
But how we live? That’s up to us, now, isn’t it?
I should say, how we choose to live. Whether to let our problems and the hurdles life throw at us bring us down and make us miserable, or whether to learn how to change the things we can and accept the things we can’t and make the best of it. It’s a personal choice.
Why is that so hard sometimes?
I’ve heard it said, Time heals all wounds. For some it’s true but I think it all depends on the severity of those wounds. I think what the passage of Time does, is give us clarity. It shows us which ones are lukewarm and we puzzle over how we could have spent so much time worrying about things that didn’t really matter after all.
And which wounds are so severe they leave you scarred for life. Wounds which no amount of time can heal. No matter how much time goes by, it still feels like yesterday. The pain or grief’s still there. We just learn to live with them. The past is its own ball and chain, hooked to your ankle.
Emotions. Hectic as a tornado. Which is better, live with or without them? I guess, if we take the time to think about it, we’re all on the same journey, figuring things out the best we can. Aren’t we?