Last weekend I was able to go camping with my husband and my two sons. They’re 11 and 9, and still think I’m fun and want to do things with me. It’s a fantastic age, and I’m trying desperately to soak up every second of their adoration. I love them more than life itself and am dreading the day when they’d rather go do things with their friends than play with me. I know it’s coming. I’ve raised teenagers before. I know it’s the way things are supposed to progress, so right now I’m trying to pay attention to them and enjoy their love and admiration. I know my other kids love and admire me too, but the innocent love of a small child transitions too quickly into love that has been touched by the world.
And no. This post is not about how much I love my children (to the moon and back), it’s about Time.
So what do I want to say about Time? I want to say it’s fleeting. It passes too quickly. Like a lover, it disappears if you don’t pay attention to it. No matter how strong you are or how much you clutch at it or cling to it, you can’t hold onto it. The only way to capture it is with photos, and even those fade like memories as time passes.
Time is also endless. Say, for example, you don’t want to do something (work), then the minutes move more slowly and the hours seem to stretch on forever. Sometimes, if we are anticipating something great it takes forever too. Anticipation’s half the fun, right? That’s because the fun stuff passes too quickly and anticipation slows time… at least for a bit.
It’s a funny thing, Time. You can’t stop it. You can wish, pray, curse, cling, claw and try to hang on to it as best you can, and it still moves on. It heals old wounds, allows us to move through bad times, helps us to remember and helps us to forget. We cherish it, wish for more of it, and if you’re an attorney – you bill for it.
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“Our time is so fleeting. It’s as if a day is an hour, an hour a second. I only have half a moment of you, and I will cling to it. Gathering all the seconds we share and keeping them in my soul where they belong. There they’ll be safe from leaving, from slipping away like so many other moments. I will cherish them until I have a whole moment of you and I to call my own.”
Ahhh… love.
Time existed before we did and for us is linear. We move from one moment to the next, always in a straight line. But is that universally true? What about that feeling that you’ve known someone you just met. I’m talking about the instant connection you feel, the familiarity. They’re so familiar, everything about them rings true. The way they move, the way they talk, the sound of their voice. It’s as if your mind has forgotten, but your soul remembers.
I believe that means you’re meant to be together. Not just as lovers, but as friends too. There’s some connection between you that the Universe is saying, “You should be together and do something.” What that something is… well, you’ll have to do your own listening for that.
I have friends that Time can’t touch. We can be apart for years, never talking, and when we meet up again it’s as if time hasn’t passed at all. And what about star-crossed lovers? That attraction you feel, that draw, to someone when your lives aren’t at the right time to become lovers. Sometimes two people are meant to be together, but the time just isn’t right. Is there such a thing as past lives? Is reincarnation possible? Maybe. Do I believe in past lives or reincarnation? I’m not sure. I believe it’s possible. But then, I believe pretty much anything is possible. Maybe it doesn’t matter if we believe in past lives or reincarnation. Maybe what matters is if they believe in us.
Oh, and for the record. I just spent Saturday number 481 and 585 camping, riding bikes, and swimming with my sons. What did you do?