Immortality never happens to just anyone. It’s reserved for gods, artists and poets. There’s place where time and space collide with personal memories to create a timeless capsule of random objects and images that are only relevant to the present moment in a lifetime of events. They relate only to the person who remembered them. I don’t think most would have the patience for eternity, much less immortality. Forever is such a drawn-out routine for the instant gratification bunch. You know the type; they wanted everything yesterday. It’s so last week, the past, present, and future walk into a bar and there’s no punchline, but things get tense. Change the scenario and watch what happens when you least expect it. Keep expectations low and cover your ass. You’ll have plenty of time to spend investing at the bank of hours. Vampires can live for centuries with time to spare, but without lifeblood they’ll die, that is if you believe in that sort of crazy nonsense. Like ghosts who wander the earth seeking a little more time. Time well-spent is like spending money you don’t need, and blood is thicker than mud. Blood money requires no time, and ghosts are always hungry.
Sixty seconds in a minute, 60 minutes in an hour, and around 70 or 80 years in a human's lifespan. That’s a lot of hooey in the end, and time doesn’t play by the rules. One minute you’re walking on the earth, and the next minute you could be in it. It doesn’t stop until you do. But the party goes on whether you’re there or not. You can always change your mind about what’s happening, but you can’t change the timeline. Don’t go looking for a bright light at the end of a dark tunnel. The hours slowly accumulate without care for the clocks that keep track of them. I’m guilty of taking time for granted and wasting it.
I have a cat that has a routine of eating, sleeping, and prowling around in the evenings. Usually, the cat will meow in the early evening, usually after sunset, wanting to go outside. I oblige, opening the door to let her out. As I do this, I say, you better come back in an hour. As though the cat knows time. This is an ordinary problem of misconception concerning the nature of time in the natural world. The cat has no idea what I’m talking about or what time it is. But instinctively, the cat typically comes when I call her in an hour later. I’m not sure who’s playing with who here, but we both know each other’s habits. If the cat doesn’t return when I call her back inside, then she’s busy with her own business doing whatever cats do. They’re never in a hurry. That’s how things work in the world of schedules. Knowledge is power, like watching animals without care for daylight savings time. Is it possible for a person to exist in a world without clocks? Time is a finite commodity. It’s a wake-up call. Whoever it was who said that time is money obviously had plenty of both. Their time has run out. How much is your time worth? Avarice isn’t a good look in today's fast-paced society, where time accelerates so fast you can’t catch up.
Addressing the problem of time or lack thereof, it’s important to note how much time’s wasted in frivolous endeavors. Nothing more than a few seconds of pleasure, if you're lucky. If you punch a clock in and out every weekday, you’ll know the amount received at the end of the week is never enough to make the spent hours wasted worthwhile. This means you have no choice in your own destiny, throwing your fate to the winds of change and indifference to enrich the big boss. Change is the only constant in a static state of being. The bottomless hole in your heart and soul that time, money, and power can’t fill. The heart beats in syncopated rhythms with the ticking clock of dripping faucets. A metronome of time clicking off the countdown from payday to doomsday. Either way, it’s high time you set your clock to the paradiddle of time marching on. It’s a battle that can’t be won.
It’s the fight, not the victory, that keeps the time moving going. You can put up a good show, but little’s gained by losing the war. Stealing away the hours from the moments that sweet memories make. Watching it pass through space like a dream come true. Time’s a devil. It’ll steal your life away. If you sucker punch the devil, there’ll be hell to pay.
