is forever

It's taken me all this time to get to where I'm at. Where am I?

What happens when we fall? Either you can stay down or you can pick yourself up- and fall again. You have to stand in order to fall. You can't fall if you stay down. If you stay down nothing can hurt you because you've already fallen. The worst that could happen has already hit you.

Or has it? If you stay down you are resigning yourself to a life of defeat. Who in their right mind wants to do such a thing? Pick yourself up and fall again- savor the fact that you are still able to.

Old habits die hard, and new ones are too easily formed. It gets harder and harder to hide things doesn't it? People start to notice. I notice.

Come undone. If you allow yourself to be destroyed, to be crushed into pieces, then at least you can find the fragments and glue them back together. Remember when you were a kid? At some point you broke something while your mom wasn't home. Instead of telling her you tried to repair it by yourself. Nothing is ever the same once it's been broken. You can always see the cracks, but the cracks become beautiful. They serve as a placeholder for a memory.

What is a memory? Where does it live? Who gets to hold it? Why do some escape us while others plague us?

A thought process. What is that? Impossible to define for no one thinks like anyone else. What types of things are on our mind though? The way I see it there are only three options: our memories, what is happening at this exact moment, and our dreams.

Time comes into the picture. Time never leaves us, yet it is always escaping us. We try to hide from it, to outrun it, to put constraints on it.


Life.


We are all waiting, looking, wishing, regretting... doing something. Whatever we have time for.

Time is what binds us. It gives me something in common with you, and you something in common with everyone else.

If you think about it long enough and hard enough you begin to feel very small. Or at least you should.


"Life's like an hourglass glued to the table."