A to Z Theme 2016
For my 2016 A to Z theme I used a meme that I ran across on the blog of Bridget Straub who first saw it on the blog of Paula Acton. This meme is a natural for me to use on my memoir blog. It's an A to Z concept and it's about me. No research and nothing complicated. I'm given twenty six questions or topics to discuss that are about me.In April I kept my posts short and uncomplicated. In the midst of it all you might learn a few things about me that you didn't previously know.
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Standing Still #atozchallenge
The Association "Standing Still" (1966)
Time can be such a mind-bender. Time toys with us, leading us to believe that we have all the time in the world. There are those ever so brief periods when time seems to move in slow motion or even come to a stand still. Then suddenly the moment is behind us, frozen in memory, sometimes fading into the hazy realm of the forgotten or misremembered.
I think of the mundane like waiting in lines or sitting in the doctor's office. Sitting in the dentist chair waiting for the discomfort to be over. Lying on a hospital bed in the emergency room waiting for the approval to be released. There are those frustrating stretches of being late, being in a hurry, and being stuck in traffic where all the universe seems to have ground to a halt. I curse the clock and tension mounts. Then suddenly the waiting is over and I begin waiting for the next thing in life to happen.
Then there are those moments of supreme serenity when all seems well and I have latched on to a bliss that will extend to forever. Falling in love for example. Long leisurely walks or hours of togetherness with that someone with whom I feel secure in knowing that I have felt unending love. That is until it does end and time stands still with sadness and confusion.
Some of my best moments where time has come to a standstill have been times alone. In younger days I would often take long walks in the mountains to find a place to sit and contemplate. What might have been mere minutes became immeasurable stretches of time by my calculations if there had been any calculating to be done. They were times when I was accountable to only myself for the most part. No one cared how I was spending my time. Time standing still was a permissible event. The stillness of time was my acceptance of allowing leisure into my existence.
The illusion of time stopping can be a rebellion against the constraints of our daily prison of responsibility or a surrender to the circumstances of life over which we have no control. Either way time appearing to stand still or slow down is just an illusion. The clock continues to tick and the world continues to turn. My days are marked off on the calendar of my life like a depleting bank account where no deposits are ever made.
When does time seems to stand still for you? Are you more aware of time now than you used to be? Have you used your time wisely? How do you squander your time?