When I was stationed in England, I wrote a lot of really bad poetry. Most of it concerned time and how it was the enemy. Well...it is our enemy, but that's another bad poem waiting to happen. I still feel at odds with time, but I'm not as depressed about it.
In England, I was far away from everyone I knew and all I had ever known. It was a costly venture just to spend a little bit of time on the phone with the ones I loved. The hours I spent dwelling on time, and how I hated it so, eroded a piece of my soul. Enter the bad poetry...oh the angst I could draw from bitterness towards time.
Looking back, I can see how silly it all was. I could have made amends with time and enjoyed the time I had. Not that I have regrets, but I sure could have enjoyed my stay there a lot more than I did. What did I really have to be bitter about? I cannot recall. I was well housed, well warmed and well fed. Life was actually simple and sweet.
During this current chapter of my life, I have a lot to be bitter about concerning time and the lack of it I am able to spend with my family. I could be bitter about all the games and programs I have missed out on being on the road. But I'm not. Have I given in to time? Has time won the battle? Have I surrendered to time?
I don't think that time has won. I do think technology has eased my hatred of it. With technology, I don't have to wait so long to talk to the ones I love. With technology, I can listen and watch from afar. Technology has certainly been a friend to me...even in countries where technology was less than perfect.
So, I still despise time. I don't think I'll ever make amends there. I won't make amends there until I walk through the shadow of the valley and meet my maker. I will be happy when time ceases to exist. How crazy is that?
In England, I was far away from everyone I knew and all I had ever known. It was a costly venture just to spend a little bit of time on the phone with the ones I loved. The hours I spent dwelling on time, and how I hated it so, eroded a piece of my soul. Enter the bad poetry...oh the angst I could draw from bitterness towards time.
Looking back, I can see how silly it all was. I could have made amends with time and enjoyed the time I had. Not that I have regrets, but I sure could have enjoyed my stay there a lot more than I did. What did I really have to be bitter about? I cannot recall. I was well housed, well warmed and well fed. Life was actually simple and sweet.
During this current chapter of my life, I have a lot to be bitter about concerning time and the lack of it I am able to spend with my family. I could be bitter about all the games and programs I have missed out on being on the road. But I'm not. Have I given in to time? Has time won the battle? Have I surrendered to time?
I don't think that time has won. I do think technology has eased my hatred of it. With technology, I don't have to wait so long to talk to the ones I love. With technology, I can listen and watch from afar. Technology has certainly been a friend to me...even in countries where technology was less than perfect.
So, I still despise time. I don't think I'll ever make amends there. I won't make amends there until I walk through the shadow of the valley and meet my maker. I will be happy when time ceases to exist. How crazy is that?
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