much of living is a choice of the mind; we decide how to spend the banked hours of our lives though we are unconscious of the transaction - of making the choice to trade time - our days are determined by our beliefs, we have constructed our own limitations with the words in our minds: "I can't" "I don't know how" "there isn't time" echo within the cavernous walls keeping us from our full potential, we determine how we are hurt, though it is all perception of the mind, habits practiced through the years - now second nature - keep us held down; we are our own restraints; we are strong, we are safe, but are we alive?
Tag: time
Work
when my reckoning comes these days won't matter (if they ever did), that I pushed, stretched to my limits and beyond instead of taking in a fiery sunset won't be worthy of a footnote in the annals of time, so why put myself through such grueling paces: it's what I watched, it's what I know, it's how I sleep at night, I don't know how to stop so I drive on another plough-house in the field
Hands
hands move, in a circular race time ticks away, each second is a gift an opportunity to learn, a chance to feel, a new experience - we take them for granted so caught up are we in using screens to numb ourselves to existence - the hands keep circling - neither fast nor slow - and we keep chasing precious time