Strange, really, the elasticity of time. A cliché, of course. One we are all acutely aware of and yet, right here and right now, a concept that still seems to resonate. We share this linear experience of life. Our only choice; to constantly push forward. Blindly navigate onward into the unknown as we maintain the illusion that this movement is a form of progression. But the speed of each individual journey is never constant. One man’s second is another man’s year. The drag of the watched clock can quickly become the deathbed prayer for one more tiny breath.
But not for me. Not now. Not anymore.
We used to mock those who frittered away such a precious commodity. How about a haiku?
“All we do is sit.
Look at pictures of ourselves.
We miss the moment.”
Peculiar, the avenues a mind can wander down when rushing headlong towards the abyss.
You said goodbye.
Such a common phrase, shared so freely, used so often and still we never really know which one is to be our last. Not until you seize control, shaping your own destiny with confidence and courage. Time enough for just one more platitude; what’s so ‘good’ about them anyway? There’s no answer to that, so, instead, let us consider then comprehend its origins. Recognise the word for what it is; the sneaky, bastard offspring of ‘God Be With You’. Is that truly what you meant? To make that final collection of consonants and vowels a blessing? So many questions, but here’s at least one truth for you.
Your last farewell was like a lance of ice that pierced my beating heart.
Still, despite all of this, despite everything, it’s what I want for you. It’s what I wish for you. I feel I owe an apology to all of those who ever knew me. I was never myself. Not until now. True moments of clarity really are so few and far between.
It is that which has given me the strength to step out into the heavens, to feel the subtle caress of the wind upon my skin, to do that which we have all at one time dreamed of, to dive towards the end, to finally fly!
To be the something in the sky that turns the whole, damn world into statues.
You used to laugh and say that I was born to make an impact upon this crazy planet, and if the last kiss is to be the cold, hard kiss of concrete, then I welcome it.
Wait. Hang on.
I think I’ve changed my………