The Compression Of Time

I highly recommend listening to the song while reading this poem: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qC2F7kFTMiY

Time.

It becomes compressed in a single moment every time something is recorded or created.

As I write this poem, I'm frozen in the time.

Making my mark in the history of the world.

It seems to always repeats itself when another portion of time is compressed.

Memories & legacies get played back from their point of compression in the present and future.

I think of all the moments when folks told me I was wasting time.

In their mind of what I was to be doing with it.

I think of all the times in compression I've listened to in forms of music.

With a different emotion being brought out every with each different song.

The amount of times you think of changing the portion of what has already been written.

Only for the present to remind you that you cannot change what has already been compressed in that moment.

That it has already passed.

That you can only make changes to the compression of time that you have left here on this planet.

It's often a bittersweet thing to even think about.

But, you also learn to appreciate those moments in time.

As without them, you wouldn't be the person you are today.

The compression of time helps you to learn from the mistakes of the past, distant or recent.

So you can find better ways to compress time that will help you to live forever.

In a sense, time's compression has no meaning.

To be so worried about the inevitable makes you wonder what the true purpose of life is when it ends the same for us all?

In truth, it's to enjoy & make marks within each compression that you are given in order to look back on the time you spent on this earth.

When you're older, nearing death, & hopefully surrounded by your loved ones.

I hope they start to remember the compressions of time that you left them with after your passing.

That the fantasy of your being destined for them to have won't be one that is final once you're gone.

Listening to the song "Compression of Time" truly has me pondering on the complicated Rubik's cubes of life.

Like, how to untangle all of the problems that I have currently in mine, so I can live with as little stress as possible?

How much struggle do I need to persevere through in order to become the absolute boldest, bravest, confident version of myself?

The answer that I always seem to get, comes from within.

From my choices & expectations.

Not only of others, but of myself.

I also think of MainManSWE: Showcasing the Tekken Tag 2 combos between Ancient Ogre & Kazuya.

To think such beauty could come from organized violence?

Violence that can cause permanent damage to those who are not strong enough to fight back & win.

How some individuals shun violence as if it's not the natural order of life?

If everyone were weak, apex predators would destroy those folks who refuse to fight.

Those same individuals who shun violence, look for it in their protectors when their lives are in danger.

Those showcasing of violence in the form of a fighting technique make me realize how important it is for me as a man to know how to fight.

Not for the love or the sake of fighting, but so I have the tools to protect not only those I love, but myself.

I rise up from all the weight that the Compression of Time weighs on me in thought.

Both the song, & remembering the negative aspects of what time has done to me.

Time has no bearings when you're doing the things you need to do to bring yourself to a higher point of life.

Part of the compression of time is building yourself so that as you get older, you age like fine wine.

As W.G. once told me, "What you do now, will affect you later."

When you're younger, you don't realize how important it is to respect time's compression.

Making dumb decisions that can cause the future compressions to become harder to deal with it.

But if you hadn't made those dumb decisions, would you respect time's compression?

It's a catch 22, when thinking about it all, honestly.

I feel like an old soul when listening to this song.

With everything I've experienced in my life, it's hard to believe that my current age in this compassion of time is only 26.

I feel like I should be at the tale end of my life, sitting on a porch in front of my secluded forest home in a rocking chair.

This song playing as I reflect on all of my accomplishments, failures, lessons, relationships, & where I'd go from there.

However, there's still much for me to learn.

So I'll use this Compression of Time to push myself further beyond what I currently have, cause this is only the beginning.

I trust that those who read this poem will think deeply on their Compression of Time whilst listening to the song.

- Maãlík