the times

time never stands still. yet waiting for times to change is a test of patience in itself. we spend a lifetime anticipating the change, shoulders burdened with that anticipation. inevitable really. and of course, you are never ready for the times to change even when you know they will. we find it hard to break off the shackles of expectation, because of things.

things happen. we'd like to think they happen for the better, but sometimes they do happen for the worse. the sooner we make our peace with that and are ready to accept that, the easier it becomes to deal with it. or so we tell ourselves. yet we dream, that this good phase is the best phase, and will last forever.

forever is an anomaly. the only things that are certain to last forever are that the sun will rise in the east and set in the west tomorrow. if that fails to happen day after tomorrow then we'd know we're destined to live in interesting times. i hear that phrase has often been used as a curse - now i know why.

why is a question in itself. why gives us a reason to wake up and go out. it is the elusive donut that you crave, that perfect one that you want so bad, yet at the same time you are scared to discover because no other will be like it again. why is a question we want answered, but at the same time we don't; step forward fear.

fear is a drug. we get addicted to it. we are scared to be too happy for too long, for when it changes (like it most certainly will), it might be too hard. so we seek solace by slowly chipping away at our own confidence and abilities, self-destructing in the process. when things reach a tipping point, we topple over in cartoonlike slow motion, landing flat on our faces in the dust of time.

time never stands still.