Why does time only flow one way?
Why can I not see anyone from the past anymore? Their presence--no, their very existence, erased. Mine too. The old Timm[ie]...why is it that they are gone now, and I can't meet them, can't talk to them?
I guess the same could be said about the Timm[ie] that is soon to be, the Timm[ie] that will be. But I have no sentiment toward them, no attachment. It is only the people, friends, love, memories, letters, sounds, smells, experiences of the past that I feel unrevocably bound to.
For a brief moment today, I was talking to you, and I thought fondly about the past. My mind wasn't filled with regret, or longing, or bittersweet remembrance. I was simply happy that the past had happened at all, happy for its existence. That's something that I never feel.
And now, as I finish writing a letter to a friend who I last saw some 6 or 7 years ago, I increment the number in my Letter Log and update the "Last Written To" date. The last letter I wrote to this person was at around this same time last year. Ah, that's right...this past Christmas was the one where I was trying to escape my past, to set myself free of my attachments and not keep believing in fantasies. That was...foolish in a way, but necessary.
Why does the past pull me away from the present so much? What is it that makes me disregard what *is*, and instead long for what *was*? And if I really could go backward, wouldn't I just be leaving this moment too? Even if I really could go back in time to the past, that wouldn't help anything...it wouldn't help at all. My "now" would just become yet another "past", one that I would have to say goodbye to.
It's not really time, is it? It's change. Losing time is always a concern, but really what scares me is the change. "To change is to die.", you told me. Does that mean that all those people I once loved are dead now? In a way, they are. And how can I not stop to mourn them?
And if they could speak to me, what would they say? Would they tell me to stop mourning? Would the Timm[ie] of a year ago, of two years ago, of 7 years ago, what would they tell me? What would they say? What would they do?
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
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