"In rivers, the water that you touch is the last of what has passed and the first of that which comes: So with present time." -Leonardo Da Vinci
I've been thinking about time alot lately. I'm not sure why, really, but if my mind had a blog of it's own, the entries would be Currently
...Thinking about: TIME, Listening to: TIME, Watching: TIME, Missing: TIME. I'm all up in time's business and it's all up in mine.
My mind and I have come to a few conclusions.
Whatever is in the past is gone. That water has flowed past and isn't coming back. Many people get caught up looking at past mistakes, pains, or losses. We seem to be in love with punishing ourselves by reliving things that were horrible enough the first time. Doing so is equivalent to rebreaking your own arm to recall what it felt like. Stupid? Absolutely. Common? Absolutely.
We can also get hung up on the pleasant moments in the past, clinging to them for dear life, as though we can WILL back the person, place or thing we're missing in our present. But by doing so, we are MISSING OUR PRESENT.
My husband, our daughters and I used to do a lot of travelling. We'd just load up, grab the atlas and take off for....well, wherever we ended up! (You find the most interesting places and tastiest burgers this way.) When the girls would look down at toys, their hands, their feet, books, whatever - he'd always say, "Look around you at things you may never see again, not at things you've already seen." True, that.