The Avalanche of Time

The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone, said George Eliot, the English novelist and one of the leading writers of the Victorian era.

Time simply gushes in seldom giving an inch to be anything else but what is to be. For us to just breathe. We live at the mercy of Time. Heartaches and Happiness', joys and tragedies are entangled with the process of the journey and all the emotions appear and leave with the permission of Lady Time. I call her a Lady because it has always been the prerogative of the female of the species to not know where they are rushing and yet find it extremely important. But then our Lady here is not so vain; she knows where she is traveling. She spreads her wings and sometimes flies with her flow trailing behind her. Will she take us by her side and fly? Will she tell us her stories? No. What she does is puts us on the canvass that is her trailing flow for us to see her voyage making us a part of it forever.

Lady Time gives us a glimpse of her world through the momentous experiences in ours. She goes on forever taking us along with her to some unknown, some dark and dangerous, and some delightfully colourful places. Sometimes I wish for her to stop and let me savour this moment and not be the Rabbit of Alice in Wonderland. And just sometimes she listens and quietly smiles to leave behind 'my' piece of Time. I take a vacation from everything in life to find solace within. She loves to be embraced, to be romanced with and paid attention to. She would harbor you, fan your dreams never letting the worms of doubt be your friends. She will give you the wisdom to find your purpose and choose your friends. She will not yield until you give your best and will coax you in believing your potential when you are in doubt. She is known to be a hard task master imparting harsher lessons and yet is gentle like a mother's loving gaze.

Greg Hickman remarked that 'It is time to break through the barriers that have held you back and held you down for such a long time. It is time to reach out and indelibly etch your place in history'. Only a woman like her will allow you to break her boundaries and move beyond your own shallowness. Will you deny her that exciting finish? Or will you doubt her and yourself? She loathes such obstacles in her way, because her way is your way and you are not building the bridge to go over them or seeking a way around but stopping to admire the tiny crackes that it brings when you go ramming yourself into it. Time wants you to move on and grow to prosper and not sit with your back to her. She will not tolerate such insolence and leave you behind to be forgotten in that stopped lifeless picture. Because where Time moves is where you will see the ripples of activity and life.

With all the wondrous of the world, Time is then God and if God made man in his image...then really it would be 'her' image. Call me a feminist but it is the woman of the house who wears her heart on the sleeve, she takes the cuts and bruises and turns them into wonderful war stories. It is her that bothers when none will and it is her that gives a house its own warm fuzzy feeling. With her permission, I salute and respect Time for all the lessons she has imparted and the many more yet to come. And with that I realise that Life will follow the Time that is 'ours' and she will take us to places we never knew. We just need to look around, enjoy and live the moment to move on to another one. Time stops for none.