8 minutes ago
Happy Friday you asshats! I’ve been thinking about time quite a lot lately and how we try to alter it in our heads or through media. We record and pause our television shows and share (in the present) memories on Instagram from the past, we hurry and we take our time, all in an attempt to give is the illusion that we have some control over time. It seems to me, though, that time has more control over us. Personally, when I find myself fighting time, I feel anxious and out of sync with the world in front of me. It’s difficult to learn, but I’m starting to realize how much value lies in letting a moment go when it has run its course instead of trying to hang on to it. If I try to hang on to a desire, for example, that I had ten minutes ago but has weakened, I rarely find any pleasure in acting out the desire. If I let it go, however, and allow time to unfold and a new moment or new desire to arise, I feel much more in step with reality. Anyways, that’s what this poem is about.