*This ended up kinda being like spoken word?? idk but its meant to be read with a bit of rhythm. Sorry for how edgy it is, but enjoy*
Time seems to fly until you think about it. You grind and grind, metal wheels screeching on the tracks of life as your train of thought squeals to the halt of realization that time is passing.
Time is like a chameleon. An ever-present chameleon that sits on your shoulder and whispers in your ear the words that fill your heart with dread and make the valves of your heart spasm with anxiety.
"Death"
"Loss"
"It's all coming"
"You can't stop it"
"You cant"
You cant
You cant
You cant
You can't slow anything down or keep it from happening. You can't undo something that's already happened or make something fix it. You can't will something to come just as you can't will something to go. Everything will happen and it will happen regardless of whether you're ready for it or not.
Time is unforgiving. It doesn't care about your feelings or how ready you are for it. It does as it pleases and it doesn't care about the consequence because it's time. It's just a chameleon. A chameleon who can take your life in its small, three-pronged, reptilian feet and crush it if it pleases. And the most apparent detail of all about this small, snide, evil little creature is one of the most destroying of a soul:
It's invisible.
Do you ever look at those around you and wonder how they live their lives so carefree? So unaware of the looming of this chameleon over their every waking moment? The ever dreadful reminder that disaster is always around the corner; we are never safe from time and it's oppressive grasp on our days. The numbers swarm us in everything we do, the words
Days
Weeks
Months
Years
They never go away yet these people don't even seem to know they're there. They don't acknowledge how these words aren't simply to be thrown around. They're a countdown clock to the end. They're a ticking time bomb waiting to explode and take you away from the life you cherish so much
The only one you'll ever get.
But then it hits you. That train screeches to a halt once more, the squeal of metal on metal ear piercing as the thought comes through the clouds and stared you in the face like an angry parent after you've said something inappropriate at the dinner table in front of your whole family:
These people do know
But they don't care
They have full awareness that their days are numbered and they know the chameleon well. But they don't fear him.
They've befriended him.
They know the clock is winding down but they don't fear the end. While the reason varies, be it religion or sheer bravery, these people are not afraid of the fateful day that their ticking time bomb explodes. They don't shy away from the chameleon as he whispers those dreaded words because they have accepted his words as true.
The day their clock reaches 0 and the last breath that they take, they will be aware. Their eyes will be opened, their head tilted to light, and a smile will grace their face.
Time is no object to them.
Time is no chameleon, ever-changing form and slipping away from them at the blink of an eye.
Time is just a variable in the lengthy equation of their lifetime and this does not scare them, for they have a calculator.
And while we may not all have a calculator, but just because we don't have something doesn't mean it doesn't exist. A blind man can still know what things are because he has heard of them. And we have all heard of those who hold the caclulators in their hands to solve the equation of life.
We just have to be willing to press the keys.
YOU ARE READING
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Randomok so like i just randomly write stuff sometimes? so this is just gonna be a collection of that stuff **WARNING** there will be vents in here, so if mentions of anxiety, panic attacks, depression, suicide, or eating disorders are triggering for you...
