Book Of Lita

The flow of time.

Just a little poem or reflection.

Time flows… flows… flows.

A river winds through the forests, through the mountains, and down into a watery basin.

But how does time flow?

Through itself? Throughout the universe? Through time and space?

If a river empties into a basin, it has an endpoint. But time is different.

To my knowledge, there is no river that runs in circle, or runs on indefinitely. It has a starting point, and an ending point. We can see the end of the river, but we can’t see the end of time.

Yet, it seems to flow just the same.

We can’t stop it or redirect it. We can’t build a damn to hold it in place.

Yet, it flows all around us.

Time pushes us to our next day, and carries us on a journey.

Sometimes, the journey is beautiful and adventurous, sun shining, and basking in the joy of just existing on this earth.

Other days, the journey is darker. Sad and solemn. The clouds pull over the sky and rain down on everything you were planning.

Time doesn’t ask for your opinion.

Time doesn’t take requests.

Time just keeps flowing regardless.

You’re a passenger. If time is flowing forward, then you must be on a ship. You can’t control time, you can only go along for the ride. I do hope it’s a good one.

Or maybe, you’re a pilot. You’re older now, and you’re calling the shots. You’re not just going along for the ride this time, you’re navigating the journey.

Maybe, you’re a mermaid. That’s right, a mermaid. Or an orca, or a dolphin, or a balooga whale. Or a shark. Oh dear, I hope you’re not a shark.

Maybe you don’t need the security of a ship. Maybe you’re an explorer. You crave adventure, and have a deep desire to see everything in this world with your own eyes.

Maybe, you’re the cook. You feed your friends and family around you, and nourish their journeys as much as your own.

Heck, we don’t have to do this journey alone.

We’re all on this crazy journey.

Each and everyone one of us is riding the flow of time every day. Surfers on waves that we don’t fully understand. But we feel it though.

We try to stand up on the waves, and we fall. We fall again.

The ocean tosses us about.

The flow takes time and perseverance to master.

But we keep getting up, again and again, until we get it right.

Many refuse to be anything less than the masters of our seas.

It’s beautiful, the strength and ambitiousness of spirit.

The thing is though, it was never really our sea.

You don’t even know where it came from, or why or when.

The truth is, you just started existing one day.

You starting existing one day, and there it was.

And just like that, you were on this journey through time and space.

Just like the rest of us, never asking why.

Flowing, flowing, flowing through time and space.

Tumbling and navigating through.

How weird is that?

Anyway, I hope you enjoy your existence today!

Love and peace to everybody.

𖤓Lita