3.19.2014                    

Time

            Time seems to hate and love me; the idiotic miscreant taunts me on a daily basis.  Giving me an abundance wen I don’t need it and none when I do. Like the cruel mistress she is, she never lets me take back my mistakes. For she can only forward, and never backwards.

            How your mistakes no matter how small can shape your entire life. Even though we all wish we should have been kind for once in its eternity of a life time and let us have a yesterday, or let us stop ourselves for saying that one incredibly stupid thing. That one thing that made us lose the one important person, but if she had been kind enough to let us have that one yesterday. If we stopped ourselves from saying that one thing, what would happen to said person?

            That person could have easily started a new life without you, could have been a better life, could have been a worse life; could have been with someone else. A life where that person and said other person become friends get married and have an ultimately happy life. Or would you keep that person with you? So that person would have to in a world without benediction? To be miserable that there timeline was shoved off course, because you were selfish enough to go back and fix something that shouldn’t have been fixed?

            Time is a benign misanthrope, I’m sure she sees us as insects. Probably no more than insects to her, since she’s seen human kind at its best and human kind at its worst. One thing she does do, is give us the time to go to that person and tell them that you’re an unbearable butt face, but you love and miss them.

            Time no matter what she does, she’s an amazing benefactor.