It's the last day of June, a half of a year of 2021 flew by. It is the future and it's moving fast.
I sit on my couch taking in the speed of time, and also how easily time stops when I'm in flow, and also how long it feels when I am in dread. Time is malleable, like a piece of play-doh. You can stretch it long. Or cut it short. Time is boundless. Infinite in its ability to change. How cool, to be time.
As I sit and meditate on the meaning of time... and put my thoughts into words, sometimes worthy to be written, sometimes not... I suddenly realize the only sounds I hear - aside from the click-clacks on my computer's keyboard - are the sound of water from my cats' water fountain signaling to me it may be running out of water soon, and the sound of a candle on its last leg. A Eucalyptus & palm scent, if you're curious. Crackling Fire and dripping water. Fire and rain, synchronized in their song. A background song to my meditation on time.
How fitting that the elements would appear as I attempt to delve deep to a concept so elusive even the greatest minds of Einstein and the likes didn't fully grasp. TIME. We take it for granted, we live our lives thinking we have allllll the time in the world... but in actuality - we are mere puppets of time and it is our puppet master. Elusive and tricky, always surprising us with its sudden shifts and turns. It is a mysterious Puck like character. But rather than playing Cupid on us - Time plays us like a ticking bomb. The only thing we know on time - is that it's limited. Death is absolute. It is finite. It is the opposite of time.
Or rather, perhaps it is Time's purpose: To end.
In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
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