Revelation

I've had a revelation this evening. Reading a book I have learned something about myself that I don't like.

Time is a wasting. What is time, this intangible thing which never takes a break. Waits for no man (or woman) and yet leaves no one behind. The only thing that time leaves in it's wake is memories. I want to build memories to cherish. As I look back there are precious few. This is no ones fault but my own.

Time is sort of like the wind. However we at least can describe wind. Wind is the movement of air. It is not the air, but the movement. It is not the force that causes the movement but the movement. Wind is a noun I think, that gives name to the result of an action. This is becoming a bit unwieldy. And no I'm not smoking weed.

Time is not the passage of such. Nor the specific nano-second called now. It's not a depiction of the millenia past nor is it a measure of a specific interval. Time is the constancy of change. It is the unrelenting wearing down of all things, including the birth (and immediate degradation) of new things.

Time is a concept, a principal, an awareness of our human frailty. The conversion of time into precious beautiful memories is my new chief goal. The building, sharing and giving of LOVE to those in my life the tools of construction.

Time and wind and love.....and love