so. here i am again. another day. another second, a moment in the endless spindle of time. it never seems like we ave enough, yet there is and always will be a plethora of time. you cant be out of it, you can't spend your last "time" and be broke. you just...are. you go and move and live your days, and though they are numbered we never really die. i mean...spiritually we will live on for eternity no matter where we end up, so time is an inconceivable, unattainable, untaintable thing. you spend it how you will. endless experiences, moments, pieces of that idea of time make up who we are and how we turn out, but in the end does it matter? we just continue on, being and growing and living. the epitomy of being is not time, but how time is spent.
--Be joyful always, pray continuously, and give thanks in all circumstances. 1 Thessalonians 5:16--
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HEY wuts up i hanvt talked to you in a while and i umm agree with what you say about time....but a little off the subject i wanted to share with you this awesome problem that eplains how people deal with problems....so here it goes....
.FIVE SHORT CHAPTERS
I
i walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
i fall in.
i am lost .... i am helpless
it isn't my fault.
it takes forever to find a way out.
II
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend i don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe i am in the same place.
But, it isnt my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
III
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
i see it there.
I still fall in. It's a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault. I get out immediately.
IV
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
V
I walk down another street.
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