A Reflection of Time

What was it you thought you knew?

A moment in time is captured in the blink of an eye or the passing of sixty seconds. A constant ticking of the clock, or the change from one digit to the next. Life itself revolves around a moment of time in which you did or did not, could or couldn’t, should or shouldn’t. Once it has passed, we are left with nothing more than a memory or a regret.

Each day we wake to the sounds of life. They play so vividly in our minds. But now it is nothing more than a memory as our hearing has abandoned us. The conversation of yesterday reflects in a recorder that plays a thousand times, yet did we listen when we had the chance? Have we missed the point that was to be heard?

Before you is a blank page, but is it blank because you cannot read, or have not written, or have your eyes failed to see any longer? What was the colour of that bird that annoyed you with its chirping only a day before? How can you see so clearly now what you missed seeing before?

You stand before me and speak your mind in an abundance of words that roll off your tongue. Have you yet to realize the words you have spoken or their impact on landing in another’s unsuspecting ear? Were the choices clear, the truth, or a lie? If given a second chance, would you be so quick to say it again and again?

Life itself is based on a moment of time. We are not asked if we would like to be born, just as we are not asked if we want to die. But we are expected to live in a time zone of predetermined growth, which time evolves around us as we mature, and feeds from what nature provides along the path of time.

With each passing second, an hour develops and, combined together, result in a day. One by one, they assemble into a month, which provides yet another year gone by. Time sweeps away as our lives rapidly exchange in a whirlwind of actions based on our senses. And while our senses do respond in a manner for which they were taught, exactly who is our teacher?

Someone said it was so; therefore, they must be right. After all, why would anyone repeat something which is wrong? Could it be that the pages you read were re-copied incorrectly? Perhaps the voice that spoke forgot all the words that needed to be said. Or were we distracted and only listened to what we wanted to hear?

Do we really know what we are capable of before we have reached the goal that was set? Or is it when the goal seems unattainable that we realize we have so much more to learn? Will we take that moment of time to read each word, speak each word written, or listen to each word as it is said? Only you will know the effects of time in the matter of time you took to read this.