What Happened Here?

A while ago I wrote a post about rock n’ roll and embracing chaos.

Last year I started a post about time slipping away and treasuring moments and memories over stuff but I never finished it.

If you’ve read any of my writing you know time has kind of been a theme.

Time slipping by, un-noticed until it’s far too late, and the regret that comes with that.

I’ve always been fascinated with time, the way it passes and the way people use it.

When I inevitably end up in those “what super power would you have” conversations (because doesn’t everybody have those?) my answer has always been the ability to freeze time.

Not to save lives, not to commit crimes (I mean, those are up for grabs too) but to wander aimlessly and see what other people are doing with it.

Because I’m a weirdo like that.

It’s just always struck me as odd that time moves in the way it does. Ever propelling forward, slipping through cracks while we sit there and watch it, wondering when it will stop.

We seem to forget that it’s not going to stop, at least as far as our understanding of space and time currently go.

We all run the risk of waking up one day, older versions of the selves we thought we were, and asking “what happened here?”

Where did we go wrong?

You know what people on their death beds often say?

They wish they had fewer regrets.

That they had done the things they wanted when they had the time.

It’s not really a secret that these fleshy bone enclosures our souls are encapsulated in have expiration dates.

Some expire sooner than others; some completely without warning.

The great question no one wants to answer is what would you do if you found your date was coming up sooner rather than later?

Change, it’s the greatest fear we have and existing in the chaos is probably our greatest challenge.

Perhaps the best thing we can do is allow ourselves to feel it.

If you want to travel, do it.

If you want to do something great but have been scared of failing, know that failure is just part of the journey and do it anyway.

If you want to tell someone what they mean to you, even if the last time you spoke was in anger, do it. They may not be here tomorrow.

And you’ll be left asking, “what happened here?”


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