We are standing still while time whizzes past.
Imagine standing still on a city corner while the cars and pedestrians, perambulators and bicycles roll by.
Makes me feel stuck.
But what if you twist the metaphor? What if you imagine that, rather than being passed over, we are the ones passing through time?
What if time is the constant and we are the change?
Imagine instead you are the one on the city street, strolling along the sidewalk, while you pass by frozen cars and inanimate window-shoppers.
Like an origami sleight of hand, give yourself a dollop of agency where you select how to spend your time, rather than time selecting you.
When I’m feeling overwhelmed by the long list of things I need to create or mend, I imagine that I move through time, rather than time moving through me.
Charlie Chaplin in Modern Times from http://www.nicksflickpicks.com/topmodtimes.jpg
Cynthia, I’ve read this post several times, each with a deeper level of enjoyment and appreciation. Lovely!
So glad to hear; Can’t help but wonder if my Lakota and Wah-Sha-She relatives thought of time much differently than we do today