Time

Running, fleeing in constant escape. Chasing, pursuing yet you're getting nowhere. The faster you run, the faster the chase. The more you pursue the further you have to go. It does not wait. Does not stall, does not pause. Going, going, everlasting and never tired. Master it you may try, conceal it be your goal, but to no avail, for it does not care. How do you win? What is the riddle? Foolish is the effort to master that which masters you. It scoffs at you, laughs at you, as it runs all the faster! The secret is not running, not catching nor stopping, but befriending. Loving, embracing, respecting, and letting it do what it may. Let time be your guide, and the day will be yours.This is one of my lesser pieces, but kind of has a humurous origin. I had to write something for my creative writing class and was right up on the deadline with cursed writer's block. That's when it occured to me that the subject to write about was staring me in the face! I also attempted to stray from my usual style and try something a little bit more lighthearted . . . but as you can see such is not my strong suit! But it was a fun little shot at writing something that was just a bit playful. Written January 26th, 2002 © on Jan 25 2002 03:54 PM PST   0 • 10