The sun sets on another day…
I was literally astounded by sunset this evening. I was sitting in a parking lot watching the sky slowly fade Into darkness. There was beauty and I couldn’t deny how fantastic everything was. The reds and oranges slowly changed became something else. A color wheel of beauty.
I have to admit I was talking to my daughter when I coined the phrase. It may not be mine completely but believe it or not I have not been exposed to it before. The idea is simple, sometimes we live in Twisted Time.
So what is Twisted Time? To me it is when time doesn’t follow its own rules. I find this happens more than most people think. It happens continuously as we lose our perspective and perception of time as a whole.
So what makes our time change? One second is still one second as the watch hand moves ever so ominously, but one second can be forever if you’re waiting for something special or seconds can fly when something wicked heads our way.
I have found that time changes for me constantly as I get lost in writing or get lost in reading. What I am writing what seems like a few seconds could be hours and when I look over my work it is the product of potentially even longer. When I am reading, I completely lose track of time, and I am unsure how everything fits together. For the most part I find myself stumbling Through Time as it twists and turns around me trying to decide how I am to be treated.
I have spoke many times and written here many times about Stephen King’s Story that involves Pretty Pony time. In his story a grandfather explains how time works from a perspective point of view and as he does so a child find clarity in the moment. I find myself in a similar position trying to explain time to people who already know the concept but get lost in the details of it all. In the end the question is simply is time a mechanical construct or is time something very different.
From a mechanical perspective we can measure time. The slow swing of a pendulum or the back and forth movement of a precision watch create a concept of time that is easy to measure. Why then does that measurement seem so skewed as we walk through our approach to time? Why is a minute not always a minute?
Perhaps the construct that we are living creates the possibility that time can be fluid or transient. Perhaps the mechanical measurement of time is just the convenience and the reality is that we make our own time.
For me, it makes far more sense to have a life full of time then to spend every moment watching the sway of the pension of them swing back and forth.
How do you perceive time? How does time pass for you when it’s a good day or when it’s a bad? How can your day be better or worse? Does time affect that at all?
So as the sun twists in the evening sky, I hope that you find this day to be your best day ever. I hope you realize that time is precious but your perception of time is just as precious. Mostly I hope you find the time to be happy for yourself, no matter what.
Sleep sweet, love life, and take time…