Outbound Influx

When the passage of time becomes something unnoticed, something mundane and expected, in that moment something is lost. Something incalculably valuable. Time passes, people age and die. Events and opportunities pass us by each and every moment that we barely notice, let alone mourn the loss of. When we're young, time passes with a rapidity that, when looked back on, is simply alarming in its alacrity. Maturity brings on responsibilities that cut into the time we could be spending on other, much more entertaining pursuits. Time then slows to a reasonable pace, sometimes even stuttering along at a glacial near-crawl. As the golden years of our lives approach, time again leaps against its reins and drags us along at breakneck speeds even as our bones and joints become less and less capable of allowing us to keep up.

Our ability to experience is such a fragile thing. A refractive simulacrum of gossamer and spun-glass, breathtaking in its sheer blatant temporary nature. I've no time to talk of God, nor will or whim to deign declare anything 'sacred'. I've no right to infer any substantial nature to an aspect of the understanding of any person other than myself. What I do have the sheer chutzpa to do, is pointedly denote the crystalline nature of each and every moment that we are allowed, however briefly, to hold clutched warmly to our collective breast. To hopefully give you pause to think about how often we autopilot through life.

How many times have you gotten in your car and driven to work? How often, upon arriving, do you remember the details of your drive? Was the sun breaking through the morning clouds breathtaking? Did an irregular flight of birds bank above the highway and wheel away into the great azure above? Are the trees along that curvy stretch becoming more and more draped by Spanish moss as the seasons pass, bearding them with intrigue and the subtle glow of life unbound? You've no idea. However, that asshole did cut you off and almost make you spill your fuckoff-big overly expensive double soy chai latte.

It's commonly said that : 'time waits for no man'. It's commonly said because it's very true. However, if your willing to put in the effort, I believe that time is willing to take you along for the ride.

Wherever it's going, I believe it's a place worth being.

'To know life in every breath, in every cup of tea... that is Bushido.' ~ Ken Watanabe (The Last Samurai)