I remember an old T.V. show about a girl who was half alien and she had the power to stop time by touching her two index fingers together. A ding sound would chime and everything would be frozen. Then, whoever she touched would come out of the trance but time would still be frozen. What a cool power!!! I wish I had that power. It seems I'm always watching the clock. First I have to be here, then there. It's like a race. I even put aside some down time but it often gets overrun by time you didn't plan for esp. when cars break down and kids get sick and the down time turns into take the car to the shop time and the kid to the doctor time etc. etc. Then one day, the race just ends.
I guess it was the same before we ever had clocks. The sun told the time. Before there was ever electricity, we raced against light. But when that sun went down, we had to stop what we were doing. That is, until we invented fire. Forget about electricity, fire was the big light bringer. I bet ancient man felt so full of himself back then. "I made fire. I beat time. Mwahahhaahahah!" Such fools we are.
Someone told me that time is an illusion but if it is, then everything is an illusion. As long as I live in this reality, time is as real as the night and day. I used to think I had power over it, the way the first inventor of fire did. In my youth, I stayed up all night, worked all odd hours, attended school, partied and kept going and going, wearing our my adrenal glands with the idea that sleep is only for the dead. But nature has a way of slapping you in the face when you don’t listen. I started hallucinating; dreaming while awake and I realized that I wasn’t an exception to the rest of the human race. Then, when I graduated, I slept. I slept for a good week. I went to work and realized that I remembered things better and was sharper than ever. To this day, I have no idea how I functioned on no sleep or what it looked like to others.
We have invented machines that get us places faster and ways of growing food more efficiently. We have formed farms and cities to control nature. As an unintended consequence, we also invented smog, global warming and oil spills. We thought we knew something. We thought we beat nature but nature has a way of slapping us in the face.
Why are humans so hell bent in controlling nature? Is it because we were made after the image of God and we have the urge to create in our DNA? Yet, somehow, every choice we take to conquer time and the elements backfires. So I’ve accepted my fate and have stopped wasting my energy trying to conquer realities such as time. I think that when we are born, we are only given a certain amount of time. It’s in our DNA. We live, fighting it, afraid of the change that will come when it’s all over. It only reminds me how precious time is and I could spend all my time trying to fight it or I can spend my time enjoying every second of this finite life.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Truth is I'm changing. I've changed so much I hardly recognize myself. I'm changing for the better really, my whole mindset is maturing. I don't accept excuses or silly melodrama. I know that if I want something, I should just do it. But I sometimes don't know what to do if I can't do what I used to do 'cause it's not me anymore. I know, it makes no sense but I'm writing this more for me now. Everyone we ever were, we love. And when we change, we mourn a bit of ourselves. We can be changing for the better. We could be on the verge of enlightenment but some part of us hangs on to our old selves. After all, it was a lot easier to be a lesser person than we are today and I do miss the crutches I used to fall on.
I miss the way I used to write, not like how I write now isn't bad. When I was a little kid, I didn't even think about writing. I wrote the most incredible stories and used my imagination to see how far I could take them and I loved doing it. Then I changed somewhere along the way. Some English teachers started making me think I had to put meaning in everything. I spent so long trying to find that old kid in me again. But she's gone. It's the things I really want that I'm afraid of doing 'cause I know what the cost is, my heart and soul and dreams and wishes.
I'm just writing to relax. No clarity tonight, no poetry, no sweet imagery. Maybe I'll read this tomorrow and learn something about myself.