Sands of Time

What would you savor in one second? Each moment flows and swirls about like quicksand; it is unannounced and unseen until it engulfs and shrouds to the last moment that blocks out all light of existence. A child falls only to break her leg while an elderly dies in the same bed that had delivered life only seconds before. That same moment of joy may be ones moment of absolute despair to the recognition of another’s vast discovery in life. The yin of the yang, a perfect circle - absolute, never questioned yet never noticed. Time is not physical; it has no emotion and cannot be seen. A minute can feel like a second, while a second can feel like hours when you sit alone staring into the abyss of nothingness. A fabrication of the mind, time can move so slowly yet slip by so quickly in just. One. Moment. Now that moment has already become the past and the future has become the present but you have no time to perceive or fathom what happened for clock keeps ticking. It never stops.
We are all but players in our own existence. Within these walls of flesh lies a beauty far greater than words, more complex than the feathers of an Angel's wing, and more vibrant than the colors of nature in the spring. We all wear a mask to hide the emotions that separate each being from one another. But why do we wear a mask? Protection from judgment? From fear? From mistrust, hate, jealousy - perhaps love?
It's strange…human emotions. One can be happy and sad all in the same moment, we want what we can't have and strive for things that are just out of reach. When you are alone you seek company, when you are with people you long for privacy. You want to branch out and see the world only to be excited to sleep in your own bed and continue your old routine. If only there was a happy medium, but the older we get – the harder it is to try and be with those you love. Responsibility calls forth and you can no longer go out on a limb to seek new ends of the Earth.  We long for complexity, but with the luxury of simplicity. We crave for change, but with some familiarity. We are hopeful for love, but hesitant to jump into uncertainty. We wish for time, but urge it to move faster. So what would you savor in one second?