Father Time

Time. What a strange concept. It’s entirely manmade for the mere purpose of convenience, yet it dictates everything that we do. It is honest and true but at the same time it can be so cruel. Who does Father Time think he is deciding when we come and go, how long we stay, and what’s left to show? Who is he to ask us to limit the minutes and hours our eyes spend gazing and who is he to keep these painful memories from fading? He owns this planet, these lives. Time becomes so standard that we don’t feel it slipping away, day by day. I’m so afraid I’ll never be able to string together the right words to express all I have to say before Time steals away the final breath before the phrase. And now everyone is lost in a daze, living in the haze of cyclical lifestyles until Time slaps them awake with an earthquake of events. Suddenly the world is shaken, people are mistaken, and so many are left to wonder why they’ve been left with no final goodbye. Turn your eyes up to the sky. Time never tells a lie. His hands are steady and strong but he’s done no wrong. He’s not the one at fault for being unable to come to a halt. The gears never cease to turn and no matter how much we yearn for one more day, for one more moment, it remains stolen and tucked away in the years of yesterday.

Time can be potent and cruel but looking at it from only one side just won’t do. As Time ticks on, skin falls layer by layer to form well-earned laugh lines from happier times. Worn out skin basks in beautiful contrast with eyes full of life, adventure, and wisdom. These wrinkles are not a sign of defeat, but an illustration of all the places you’ve been and all those you’ve been lucky to meet. Those who were claimed by Time himself live on within you. There’s nothing you can do to release them from Time’s strong grip, but don’t let them slip out of your memory, out of your eyes, out of your soul. As you grow old, allow them to age with you. It may prove to be a difficult thing to do, but don’t let that deter you. You have the strength and Father Time will be with you every step of the way. Your hair may turn grey and your energy may slowly fade, but I’m confident that you will go about parading with life and adventure and pure zest until the very end. Time shakes and awakes and takes pieces of people’s hearts and quietly asks you to embark on a journey of trust. It’s not an option, it’s a must. The journey is long, but once it’s completed, your pain will be depleted. Only then will Time begin to heal and make amends for the moments it had to steal.

Time is true. Time is tragic. Time is beautiful. I only hope it treats you kindly and you don’t parade about blindly assuming that it will never spring up from behind the curtain to make certain you never forget about it again. With Time, broken hearts will be amended and new people will be befriended. Memories will be made and young fears will be slayed. Those that have been claimed all too soon, will always occupy the room in heavy hearts until they’ve been lifted once more. Then they will be forever stored in your soul and with you, and Father Time, grow old. May Time be ever on your side and guide you towards the life worth living and may Time do some forgiving.