Time

Time

 

But….

What does time really mean?

The ticking of the second hand on the clock?

A way to count the minutes of our lives?

Tick Tick Ticking away.

But…

Life.  

It’s not about time.

It's what was had within that time.

The loves,

The laughs,

The lulls,

The uphill struggle.

It's the events within time that make me who I am.

So those who blame the seconds,

Minutes,

Hours,

Days,

Years,

Decades for the change within me IS WRONG

It's my actions within my time that make me who I am at this very very second.

This very very millisecond.

Every action I take leads me down a new, undiscovered path,

Creating alternate worlds left and right,

Creating splits at every decision I make.

So...

Leave the What Ifs..?

BEHIND.

Live in the now, and be who you are at this very instant.

Own this instant.

Reflect back on the moments that shaped you,

Yes.

But do not get stuck in the past events

The past times.

LIVE NOW.

And tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that,

Until you run out of days

But don't think about that,

Just enjoy the now

Just let the tick tick tick of time fade into the background,

Let time fly,

And let moments shape who you are.

Who I am.

Let moments shape us.

Not time.

Moments.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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