My life often happens between the notion of 'time flies' and the feeling of time stopping. I trip out on the years going by, so swiftly... so suddenly... it's nearly 2022! HOW?!? And then I find myself lost in the creative process and time takes a whole other meaning. It stops. It stretches. It flows. In short, my life is a walk on the tightrope of the uncertainty of time:
TIME (noun) *The indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole. *A point of time as measured in hours and minutes past midnight or noon. (verb) *Plan, schedule, or arrange when (something) should happen or be done. *Measure the time taken by (a process or activity, or a person doing it). Thinking of TIME as a whole, as past, present and future happening simultaneously, is freeing of the pressures of viewing time is a soon-to-end resource. But then again... when I think of my existence - no wonder time feels so fleeting. Because in existential ways - it totally IS.
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AuthorIn 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. Categories
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