My Gift To You Is Time!
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#Story 177 of my 365-day challenge!
My Gift To You Is Time!
Time, for me, generally heals most things — be it pain or sorrow — and enables forgiveness.
Sometimes, I wish I had given things more time. It’s time to reflect on what I wanted to say, with less haste and all that. So that my anger, fear, or embarrassment could wane and I could see the issue through others’ eyes. Give it a few days, bring it to a boil, stew over it, and then time makes it drift away.
People and events — though not all — often seem less hostile given time. Thinking time is what we really need: time not only to think but also to rest the overactive brain.
A time to meditate, to be present, and let that situation, event, conversation, or insult melt away into the shadows of the night. Then, all that’s left is a slight linger, the dying scent emanating into the distance, gracing someone else’s moment.
No Party For Me
My hot-headed brother and I, both hot-headed, do occasionally have disagreements.
As I am always right and he is wrong! Lol.
But once we give each other time and space, we do not remember the argument, even if I was really annoyed or he was.
I remember having a heated argument with him about him giving me the wrong directions. This was hurtful.
We used to find the most intellectual things to fight about. Who should go first? Who should take the rubbish out? I know! We are crazy.
Don’t worry, I will take myself to the bin!
Anyway, this argument was about giving me the wrong direction. What. Now I had to really think hard about what it was: the issue was that it was his birthday party at a club/restaurant, and I felt that they had cared enough he would have given me the correct club name and, when I hadn’t turned up in time, at least called for me.
A mad axe person could have whisked me away. Okay, I was with someone, but things happen!
But ‘my big little brother’ did not ring. So, I found myself driving ten miles away, navigating through the darkness of a bitterly cold night, circling around with my then-partner. This futile search came to nothing — just frustration!
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His directions were so vague, but I thought that when I got to the location, I would give him a call, and he could tell me where he was.
BUT OH, he did not pick up. I went to a restaurant, had dinner, and then went home. I missed the party!
While I’m still annoyed, time has made it better and healed the wound. He will never understand my feelings, and I have to accept that!
His girlfriend at that time was really apologetic, and that made me feel better. He is spoiled; he is the youngest, so I have to let him off. Spoiled brat! But I love him anyway!
Anyway, I digress.
With time, while I was annoyed at his lack of care, I realized I hadn’t been taken hostage. So, with time, I moved on. It still hurts when I think of it, but time has made it slip from my memory, resurfacing only very rarely, like now that I am writing about it!
Time at work
There have also been incidents when disaster struck at work while working on a project. I would sit around all day thinking about them, but I should have just given it time and got on with whatever else I had to do.
I think, ‘By next week, or even in a few hours, that will all be forgotten, and no one will care. In a year’s time, they won’t even remember, and in 10 years, probably not the situation or who I am.’
Mumbling Sports Personality
There is a sports personality on UK TV who is a football presenter. When he started, they said how rubbish he was and that he would never make it. He would forget names, mumbling, and sound like he was reading off the cue card.
Let the ground open up!
But after a few years and good coaching, he is one of the most well-known and sought-after sports personalities. With time, he has become better. People have such short memories! But I remember exactly what they said about him.
We all have had those moments.
Because we all have those moments — the moment when a harsh comment is made, a disaster happens, you fall, you say the wrong things. You want the ground to open and carry you away, transport you to another destination.
Ah, it will hurt. But let time heal it!
As I write this, memories of those times flood back, and I feel that familiar knot, curl, and tumble in my stomach. However, by the time I finish writing this, my focus will likely shift back to the laughter of my friends, the routine aspects of life, an amusing article, or the mix of inspiring and sorrowful news about others.
So, my dear friends, no matter how bad, give it time. It can mend a tethered heart — it is the best medicine. When it comes to the heart, time is definitely medicine for the soul and your well-being.
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