monumental that is the struggle with Time; how to value it in a world of increasing expense, as my needs reduce I find myself with excess of all things but Time - I still feel the bite of the ties binding me to work; is it fear of freedom - I tell myself it is the allure of money - or am I afraid of of the unknown, my mind clambers for freedom for flight I am human, still unable to fly, so I keep myself - for now - chained by my mind, limited to this wheel, still searching for lost Time
Tag: time
Stealing Time
we are chasing youth with its vibrant immaturity; not satisfied with the knowledge from the wisdom of aging; we try to recapture an invincibility we never had as bold sunsets mark the passing of our days orange dawn awakens us to wonder how we might find a few more minutes, no hours, no days, weeks, months - just a few more years - to accomplish the countless dreams we gave up to the chase not understanding that wanting was stealing our time
Life is the Mind
much of living is a choice of the mind; we decide how to spend the banked hours of our lives though we are unconscious of the transaction - of making the choice to trade time - our days are determined by our beliefs, we have constructed our own limitations with the words in our minds: "I can't" "I don't know how" "there isn't time" echo within the cavernous walls keeping us from our full potential, we determine how we are hurt, though it is all perception of the mind, habits practiced through the years - now second nature - keep us held down; we are our own restraints; we are strong, we are safe, but are we alive?