Friday, October 11, 2013

Time is passing

Do you ever feel like time is passing, and you are standing still?

Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger’s jaws,
And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets,
And do whate’er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
O, carve not with thy hours my love’s fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;
Him in thy course untainted do allow
For beauty’s pattern to succeeding men.
Yet, do thy worst, old Time: despite thy wrong,
My love shall in my verse ever live young.

- William Shakespeare, Sonnet 19
I have these moments while I'm walking down the bike path or sitting in my kitchen, and I realize that time has passed, has slipped away. I suddenly remember the last time I was drinking hot cider or the first time I wore this teal shirt, and my brain grasps, for a moment only, that days and weeks and months have passed and I am older. Older and closer to death. Older and farther from birth. Older and growing ever weaker. If I could sit and watch my life in five minutes, if I could watch myself age in five minutes, would it seem more real to me? More tangible? Different in any way, or is that what we are actually doing here? Do we have no purpose but to rot and replace?

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