Summary

The article reflects on the human desire to control time, acknowledging our inability to do so, and muses on the nature of time as it relates to life's experiences.

Abstract

The text is a contemplative piece on the concept of time, expressing the universal longing to manipulate its passage. It delves into the intangibility of time, suggesting that our lives may not be governed by time in the way we traditionally understand it. The author shares personal reflections on moments they wished to extend or hasten, from cherished memories with loved ones to the desire to escape difficult situations. The narrative weaves through the inevitability of time's progression, highlighting the fleeting nature of life's joys and sorrows. The author concludes with a sense of solitude and self-acceptance, finding peace in their individuality and expressing hope to connect with like-minded individuals through the Medium platform.

Opinions

The author believes that time is an elusive concept that humans have no power over, despite our attempts to control it.
There is a sense of nostalgia and a wish to prolong pleasant experiences, such as first love or family moments.
The author expresses a deep sense of loss over the passing of time, particularly in relation to the death of a loved one.
The text conveys a desire to escape from negative experiences, such as an abusive marriage, emphasizing the relief that comes with moving forward.
The author enjoys simple pleasures, like eating ice cream, but acknowledges their transient nature.
There is a hopeful outlook that the current political climate of division and hate will eventually come to an end.
The author feels a sense of isolation, yet is content with their uniqueness and open to finding community.
The author suggests that the Medium platform could serve as a means to find understanding and connection with others who share their perspective.

It is Ticking…

It will not stop…

Forever man has wanted to capture time.

Make it stop, make it move forward.

As with all made-up concepts we have no control.

Our lives pass- but who is to say it is through time.

Maybe it is linear, maybe it is all a game.

Maybe the secrets are there, but we just have not found them yet.

We want to savor some moments, rush through others.

I wanted my first love and its passion,

days of bliss to last-

time ticked, it passed.

I wanted the sunshine to last all day,

the beach, the sandcastles, the laughter

the kids grew,

time ticked — I could not hold it.

I wanted my mom to live.

the breath could not be held,

time ticked, she passed.

I wanted the marriage to end-

its abuse and daily struggle,

time ticked, I moved forward.

I wanted that ice cream to last

it was cold, refreshing-

I love chocolate.

Time ticked, it melted.

I want the insanity of politics

and hate to end-

time ticks,

the great divide still remains.

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I can hold on to nothing but myself.

It is all a carousel to me. All of it.

I am alone in time or alone in self.

Misunderstood by most and happy to be me.

Maybe Medium will Illuminate me -

Maybe I will meet other like-minded souls

in this time.

Whatever that is.

I wish you peace, love, and all that hippie shit. ( It is good to have an edge.)

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