Time Flies...Time Forgets

Time flies. Time forgets.  So quickly it does, rushing through the chaos of life, speeding by as though in competition with the greedy, overly eager boundaries of human impatience to experience, to know, to forget. Time flies in hopes of seeking what is next. Time is greedy for it hates giving us the privilege of just being of just standing still. It relents our wishes to just, if only for a little while, be. To just breathe, to just remember, to just regret, to just wait. Time rushes us when we have no need to rush. In a moment, in an instant what was could never be again for it has already happened and life will go on. We all go through time at time unaware that each ticking of the clock counts to us living, to us experiencing.

Time flies by as 21 years becomes nothing more than just memories, life lived to a certain point in time. Time indeed forgets, for who can recount every nano second of every second of every minute of every hour of every day of every week of every month of every year? Vaguely our frail minds can recall a moment or utter joy or poignant sorrow yet, we can never feel again what we felt at that moment in time. We can only remember how it was we felt for all we rely on is memories.

Time forgets at times the little things in life as we experience and store it away in a vacuum of memories.

Time is forever constant: unchanging and set in its own ways for it never waits for man. Time follows us, chases us, rushes us, and we will forever be fighting against time until finally it threateningly ticks to our end. Time mourns for no man for it will only delay its quest for the final countdown. Time never remembers our losses for it was there the moment when it happened and will continue to move on with no regret, leaving us in its path scrambling to catch up. Time reminds us of our obligations as humans, yet it forgets to enjoy experiences longer. Time never stays in place for it will be a waste. Time flies... time forgets and we are just mere pawns in its game of timed chess for there will always be a winner, and that is time.

I sit and think of times when I felt things would never change, when I felt hopeless at situations, when I was impossibly happy, when I felt unbelievably sad or hurt. These are the memories time records to remind us when time has past. Time forgets for after its flight we lose track of it and wish to turn back the clock and relive it. So quickly we forget the very moments we felt an intense, deep feeling of sorrow, pain, joy, contentment. So easily we fail to remember how fragile we are, how fragile life itself is and how delicate and precious time is for us. And when the clock begins its toll and we are left reminiscing our experiences in the course of our lives, we realize that time flies... time forgets.

~Leelo