On Time

Unspoken words. Silence penetrating every pour of my sour body. I am laughing and crying at the same time. There is a boulder on my shoulder. I need to understand its weight but I can’t seem to find a beginning. I decide to work backwards but I can’t find an end either. It’s a chaos of middle and I need a way out of the center of this massive ubiquity of self. How do I do that though?

I know that I need to carry this boulder with me. I can’t just abandon it somewhere and forget about it. There are things in life that need t be carried along. You just don’t forget to bring water with you when you’re travelling. It’s a necessity that you just can’t rid yourself from.

Time is such a necessity. You just don’t dump memories in an ocean and forget about them. You don’t just put hopes for the future in a cardboard box and bury them, in hopes that rain will decay the paper fabric of the box. You don’t just burn who you are and start afresh. You carry it with you. You pride in it. You learn from it. You write about it. You sing about it. You paint about it. You teach it. You embrace it. But you don’t get rid of it.

Such is the burden of Time. You learn to carry the weight of your past and future in your present.