There are days that fail us
We strive to do everything to the best of our ability
And still
After all that energy
Nothing goes right
Twenty-four hours in a day
Seven days in a week
Fifty-two weeks in a year
Days do not fail
They turn into another and another
We just haven’t got there yet
Be a little kinder
Close your eyes
Sleep
Awake
And be again
*We put so much emphasis on timelines and deadlines and lines in general. But life isn’t linear, it’s literal and real and here already.
We tuck our goals and plans into our pockets, set out with purpose, all set to rock this world.
Then plans change. People die or get hurt. Inflation, the economy, pandemics, pregnancy, plot twist, car crash, whiplash, divorce, disagreement, dissolution …
None of which we can control
All the boxes on the calendar move, blend, change shape, bend until weeks don’t look anything like they used to.
We ourselves, don’t look anything resembling the person we once knew
Because here’s the thing, we change too
Time
All it does is bring change and disturbance
Time
It takes everything just to stand up to it, grab what we can before it falls into the whirling vortex and is jettisoned behind us
Time
Doesn’t exist in the way that we imagine it
If we were sit for exactly one day in the sun, watch it as it drifts slowly overhead. Unhurried, because we are on a gigantic ball which is slowly rotating around an even bigger burning hot one – we realise that our mind cannot make any of it go faster or slower. All our important intentions have absolutely no impact on this natural process. It has happened for thousands of years before we were born. It will keep happening after we die.
Time
We see, is actually a non existent made up thing that isn’t real
Time is an endless moment that is never waiting to happen, nor has it happened yet
It is here
I love the saying “what is for us cannot miss us.” It really can’t. And there is a relaxation in that knowledge. There is nothing to chase. We become who we are in one place. This place. This is who we are. It doesn’t mean that we cannot dream, but there is no huge shift required, no hurdles to leap, no hoops through which to squeeze.
We already are.
So we simply lean towards who we wish to be, and automatically, we become
Who we already are
I have read things like this before but I didn’t understand the concept. Of course time is real I would think. Or even if I began to understand the idea on one level, I couldn’t fathom it on every level. I couldn’t grasp it fully. Now I do, and this is how I’ve come to know it myself. If it doesn’t make sense I apologise, and I can only say, one day it will. When it does you will have arrived at your own version of what is a universal and fundamental truth. Time doesn’t exist, we do.
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