I am currently in a battle with myself to get up and go buy some books that some of you recommended and also try to find some cd's by enslaved and impaled. I keep telling myself to 'get up' 'get up' and yet I'm still lying on the floor reading book reviews. When all of a sudden this thought enters my mind as I"m watching the clock at the bottom of the computer. Is 'time' the only thing that is predictable? I think time is the most dependable of 'things in life'. Its always there, always moving forward, and it always has something to do with you. Yet it doesn't care about you or me. Whether your having fun, fucking, masturbating, suffering, kissing, eating dinner with family, sobbing, or just doing nothing, it will still move forward. But sometimes it serves as a great example on how to live life. Time acknowledges that it has a past, yet it doesn't try to bring it back and it doesn't want to 'relive' its moments. Time always seems to want to make new memories. When you die, it will not say anything to you, but you will feel that it has been reading a novel to you your whole life. If you don't respect it, you will when your near death or dying. You know you will lose to it, but that doens't mean you can't get more out of life than time. Time cannot make love or babies and it can't examine its thoughts and other peoples thoughts. Its just an observer that doens't comment on anything, but keeps on going. How cool is that? Time is always there and you know it, yet it doesn't make promises or try to encourage you from making certain decisions. Its right by your side and its keeping a stopwatch on you. It says "OK, keemy, your timer is on, live! Go do whatever your heart desires, I will always be here, but don't ask me for support because I have none to give." Then I feel that the only purpose time serves is sorta like a guideline. One more cigarette and I will be off to the stores. You think I'll be able to do it?
xmilitaryxmikex:
that's fucking nuts. I've never really thought about the concept of time before. I know all I've thought about time is just that I either don't have enough or too much of. You only have not enough time whenever you're enjoying something or you're under a deadline. You have too much time when you're finally caught up and you're wondering "what's next?". I'll have to meditate more on the concept of time now.