In the End, Only Time Will Tell
But That Doesn’t Mean We Sit Idly as the Seconds Drift Away, Soon to be Forgotten
“They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.”
― Andy Warhol
Time is an illusory concept, a man-made one at that, and the longer the seconds morph themselves into oblivion unnoticed, the longer “change” looms in the future, awaiting to be held. While it’s true that time reveals destinies — the secrets of the future — it’s also equally true that man creates destinies, designing his life alongside the ticking of the clock.
Some say “time heals all wounds,” but I beg to differ. Time doesn’t heal! No, not at all: it is we who heal ourselves, when our hearts need stitched back together or perhaps, our bodies, so fragile and weak at times. Healing takes effort and work that can be oh so difficult but worth it in due time.
Some say they “don’t have time,” suggesting others do indeed have more time than they. This too is bullshit, for time cannot be obtained or taken or received or even, gifted. Time can’t be elongated or shifted or reversed or even, stopped. Time especially can’t be had, since it’s always there, and that’s a gift in and of itself, for those lucky enough to realize.
And even others say that “time changes everything,” as if time, not we, controls all, including: curbing addictions, resolving catastrophes, cultivating passions, finishing projects, severing relationships, moving on, getting shit done, paying off debt… Time doesn’t change anything and frankly, time doesn’t give a rat’s ass what unfolds in the future, for time itself goes on and on and on and on, no matter what is going on in and around this thing we call life.
Time is continuous, and quite possibly asymmetrical. Time really isn’t even real, so to speak, and time definitely isn’t universal. Time is relevant and even subjective, but time takes no action and it is time who sits idly (the hands on the clock do the moving, not time) as we make changes and sacrifices and steps toward molding the future. Time is constant, and time won’t leave. And time to me differs greatly from time to you. Therefore, time must be seen as abstract — becoming the shape we want it to be. We can use time in our favor, setting up deadlines for ourselves, on things we’d like to do, or… we can use time against us, as we watch it disappear, slipping through our fingers like sand on a windy day.
“We must use time as a tool, not as a crutch.”
— John F. Kennedy
I don’t believe there are good times or bad times, but for the sake of making things clear, I will say this: during these uncertain times of the quarantines and closures and threats of the coronavirus, I do know that it’s easy to become lost in the rush of it all.
The news media can overreact, sending its people into a frenzy, so I personally refuse to watch the news. What’s important enough will be told me somehow, sometime.
The unemployed (I’m one of them!) can sit on their asses all day, twiddling their thumbs or even, shoving their thumbs up their asses — hopefully I’m merely kidding on this one. Ha —or they can revel in this time as they contemplate what change to make next, reflecting upon their innate dreams. I am focusing on my writing and my love of yoga right now, pursuing what I’ve wanted full-time but never have “had the time” to properly do. What a crock of shit I used to tell myself, but hey, not anymore! I’ve all the time in the world right now. ;)
Communities can gather together (but only at a safe distance), as they discuss how horrible things are, between the low supply of toilet paper and the disappointment that bars are closed… I kid you not, I’ve heard more complaints about the disappearance of happy hour and the difficulty in finding a package of toilet paper, than I have about lives being threatened or jobs being lost or mental health illnesses being risen. I see what’s important to the people in my complex — jeez louise! But I don’t feed into the negativity, nor do I stick around long enough for it to affect my state of mind. Instead, I focus my time and energy on those who are positive but also, those who truly need help and not just in re-creating a fucking happy hour, for goodness’ sake.
I do believe that time is the biggest teller, of what is to unfold over these next few weeks, months, and even years. But that is always the case, because the future recedes with every passing second, despite the efforts we have or have not made, in making changes to the now, as we utilize or ignore the time we have. Not long from now, as we look back to these times, I’m sure we will be thinking how crazy it all was and how quickly it happened. But we mustn’t sit idly until that time comes, for that time is already out there, being enjoyed and reaped and seen, by our future selves. Instead, we must focus on what’s most important to us and shape the present for the future we want to see, as time slowly shows us our true values and even true intentions. Or maybe… time shows us this all too quickly. Who’s to say, what’s slow and what’s quick? Only time. Only time will tell.
Time does tell. But it only tells us what we did to create the future. Time didn’t make the changes. We made the changes. So what change will you make, this time?
Natalie Maddy left the familiarity of her home in Wyoming to pursue art, writing, and sanity in the sweltering heat of Las Vegas, Nevada. She writes about dark inspirations, digging through the filth of the world to unveil its beautiful truths — in forms of abstract, fantasy, and bewilderment. She is the author of: The Reddest Rose Bleeds the Deepest. When not writing, you can find her practicing yoga, meditation, or Reiki!