Here goes
It's one of those things that is really hard to speak or write about. I'm going to do my best with the limited experiences that I have. I want to post a disclaimer of sorts, for within my mind lies a trap of belief which of course cannot be escaped.
I have found that life is all about time, time to be born which inevitably leads to a time to die. A time to laugh and to cry, and so on and so forth, a list which conveniently lies within a book both versions KJ and NIV. It is really though, about finding time. Time to go here and go there. A never ending cycle which drives a person to the point of, and beyond breaking. I of course, have had a stronger aversion to the effects of time I guess. I still cling to my childhood innocence. I still do not curse, drink, smoke, or do anything that I was brought up against. I do not, under any circumstance mean to say, that all of that is wrong, but maybe clinging to that has made me stronger against the stress that time bring forcebly upon us.
I find myself staying up later at night fighting to put aside my worries and my cares. Starting school has brought that thought upon my fully, and I seem to be slowly slipping into the void, as it were. I also find myself becoming paranoid that everything seems to fall against me. Time is a horrible thing to have created, and a more horrible thing to be wasted. As I look into the future, all I can see is finding time to do the things that I must do, and not for things I want to do.
I might sound like a crazy old person, like the guy at the library who interogated me about a boy's coughing. He then ended up telling me (after shoving a cross pendent in my face) that I needed to go to church. Those of you who know me well, and that is a few of you. You know that I was brought up in a very christian home, and that was a slap in the face to me. The old man then announced that he was writing the president of France and needed quiet. I think that at that moment, as I recall it, was a beacon, or cymbal crashing. I look now and think, I need to let people know that I am what I am, not who I pretend to be. I need to show people what I believe, not going out and shouting my beliefs forcing them on others, but showing them by my actions what my life is about before my time is adruptly brought to an end.
So I take this time to ask you, would make and effort, not to shout it out to everyone, but to show people what it is that makes you, you. Show people before your time too is ended. Time is not evil, nor is it benign. It is an Entient thing which shows no compassion, no hope. I tell you now that if time were able to show compassion, it of course would not. If it showed compassion, would we not hide ourselves away until we knew our time was up.
So live today and the rest of your days as if you had no other tomorrows. Then throw your cares aside, sleep well, knowing that you have made that day yours and that no regrets shall come of it