Time: Slightly edited
Friday, December 02, 2005
I put my hand under the powerful falls. The waters were of a glistening silver under the gentle rays of the morning sun. So great was the force of the rushing curtain that my hand, try as I could, could not remain still as the waters pushed down my hand before slipping through my fingers. I began to skip lightly from rock to rock down the river, the excited waters rushing around my feet. Young and small-footed I was but nimble I was too.
Soon, I came to a clear cool stream. The gentle waters of the stream gurgled over the rocks before joining up with its powerful older brother. A rock stood at this junction where the two waters meet, facing the crashing of the river with one side and urging on the quiet stream with the other. How beautifully shaped this rock was, almost perfect round and smooth except for a little dent at the side facing the rushing waters. The crashing waters were slowed down as they rushed over the rock, flowing down the other side. The water tickled me gently as it flowed over my little hand that was placed on the side of the rock, down the smooth surface of the rock.
I shifted my feet onto that very rock. My gaze following the flow of the river, out of my heart a joy that could still be of reality in my innocent days surged. Not caring any longer about wet clothes and a telling off from Mother, I leaped into the river and let it carry me further downriver. I could not care about where it might lead me to; I just cared enough to dodge any obstructing rocks and let the river take me wherever it might.
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Great is the speed of time. Time allows glimpses of hopes and dreams, whether these glimpses be few or many. Time unveils friendships and betrayal, sometimes veiling them soon after. Time reveals tears and laughter, whether they are lasting or temporary.
Time is fast. Time cannot be held back. Time moves on, not to be bothered by anything else. More often that not, time slips through careless fingers. How long does it take for one to train enough focus to make the most of time? How much time would slip by one’s fingers before one is swift enough to grab it?
Time tests, carving and shaping just as the waters carve and shape each rock that it passes. Whether or not a rock still holds it shape depends much on its hardness. Maybe sometimes, or maybe just a little more often than sometimes, the waters carve out a beautiful rock. Though the rock may have been cut deep, it turns out of a shape beautiful among rocks, before once again, the waters carve it into a different shape altogether, be it for the better or for the worse.
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Attempt not to stop time! Move with it; let it take you wherever it may! Grab the opportunities that time offers; overcome the obstacles that time throws! Worry not about the result, for who can be certain of what’s to come?
Ok, that was my latest piece. Changed it a little. Royston, mind telling me which part doesn't flow, the first, second or third?A very much unedited version you have there. Please pardon me. Yes, been puzzled recently about time. So swiftly it has gone by and yet, what have I done with it? It's so.. silent. Oh well. Another piece on time. Not mine though. It's by Enya.
Only Time- Enya
Who can say where the road goes
Where the day flows
- only time
And who can say if your love grows
As your heart chose
- only time
Who can say why your heart sighs
As your love flies
- only time
And who can say why your heart cries
When your love lies
- only time
Who can say when the roads meet
That love might be
In your heart
And who can say when the day sleeps
If the night keeps all your heart
Night keeps all your heart
Who can say if your love grows
As your heart chose
- only time
And who can say where the road goes
Where the day flows
- only time
Who knows - only time...Who knows - only time...
Next another piece on time. This highlights more of the negative side of time. Time traps. Time trips, not over itself but others, whether they be cautious or not. Time deceives. Time changes, whether for the better or for the worse. Ok, that was not copied from the following piece. It's just what I understood out of it.
Timeless. That was his mind. Seated pickled in a small glass box. It never changed. Once in awhile, he would scrape off the dust encompassing his little arena. Others would walk by and exclaim, “Ah! You've changed!” But, it them who changed. Their view changed, their view of him. He watched the ages go by. Timeless.
It was like one of those fancy time-lapse movies he saw. One man stood there, never moving, while everything around him changed. People zipped by, the clouds hovered and glided away, the sky turned dark. Still that one man stood, waiting, held perhaps not by his own will. Timeless.
Delving deeper. His heart ached. He saw, a valiant warrior, in the midst of a battlefield. His comrades fell, one by one. All of them fell, and new soldiers came to replace them. Then they, too, fell. The cycle repeated. Over and over. Too fast for him to learn about the others. Yet, he himself felt no blows. He could not be touched; he was invincible. Timeless.
Then it repeated, only differently. He saw a cloud of flies. Many, oh so many. Yet one by one, as all things do, they fell. One by one passed on. Yet one remained. It hovered, then joined another group. Then they, too, fell. The cycle repeated. Yet that one fly remained. It was afflicted not by what did the others. It just remained. Timeless.
He took advantage of this time. It was, after all, time. All would be learnt in time. He looked around, about the void of time. Looking, searching for something to spend his time. Nothing, nothing but time. Timeless.
And it kept coming. Just like that, it came, over and over again. Appearing and disappearing, to appear again. It haunted him like a shadow. It moved with him, even when he couldn't see it there, he felt it. Haunting. Following. Haunting. Like a shadow. Following. A shadower. Ready to consume. Moving, closer, then distancing, then closing in. Timeless. It knew him, controlled him, manipulated him. It used him, befriended him, acknowledged him. It was him. It was him, and more. His hopes and dreams. His joys, his pain. His regrets, his acclaims. Timeless.
Ok, I don't know whether you guys are sharp enough but no, this piece was not written by me. I cannot, of yet (or maybe of forever), write anything of such depth. Not easy to understand, this piece... Not for me at least. Now my dear friend Christopher (if u ever get to read this), who's cheem around here? No, not me.. I'm a very shallow person. Next, off to check on whether Emma's story can be read in 5 minutes. Thank Emma for me will you Kylie?
Soon, I came to a clear cool stream. The gentle waters of the stream gurgled over the rocks before joining up with its powerful older brother. A rock stood at this junction where the two waters meet, facing the crashing of the river with one side and urging on the quiet stream with the other. How beautifully shaped this rock was, almost perfect round and smooth except for a little dent at the side facing the rushing waters. The crashing waters were slowed down as they rushed over the rock, flowing down the other side. The water tickled me gently as it flowed over my little hand that was placed on the side of the rock, down the smooth surface of the rock.
I shifted my feet onto that very rock. My gaze following the flow of the river, out of my heart a joy that could still be of reality in my innocent days surged. Not caring any longer about wet clothes and a telling off from Mother, I leaped into the river and let it carry me further downriver. I could not care about where it might lead me to; I just cared enough to dodge any obstructing rocks and let the river take me wherever it might.
___________________________________________
Great is the speed of time. Time allows glimpses of hopes and dreams, whether these glimpses be few or many. Time unveils friendships and betrayal, sometimes veiling them soon after. Time reveals tears and laughter, whether they are lasting or temporary.
Time is fast. Time cannot be held back. Time moves on, not to be bothered by anything else. More often that not, time slips through careless fingers. How long does it take for one to train enough focus to make the most of time? How much time would slip by one’s fingers before one is swift enough to grab it?
Time tests, carving and shaping just as the waters carve and shape each rock that it passes. Whether or not a rock still holds it shape depends much on its hardness. Maybe sometimes, or maybe just a little more often than sometimes, the waters carve out a beautiful rock. Though the rock may have been cut deep, it turns out of a shape beautiful among rocks, before once again, the waters carve it into a different shape altogether, be it for the better or for the worse.
____________________________________________
Attempt not to stop time! Move with it; let it take you wherever it may! Grab the opportunities that time offers; overcome the obstacles that time throws! Worry not about the result, for who can be certain of what’s to come?
Ok, that was my latest piece. Changed it a little. Royston, mind telling me which part doesn't flow, the first, second or third?A very much unedited version you have there. Please pardon me. Yes, been puzzled recently about time. So swiftly it has gone by and yet, what have I done with it? It's so.. silent. Oh well. Another piece on time. Not mine though. It's by Enya.
Only Time- Enya
Who can say where the road goes
Where the day flows
- only time
And who can say if your love grows
As your heart chose
- only time
Who can say why your heart sighs
As your love flies
- only time
And who can say why your heart cries
When your love lies
- only time
Who can say when the roads meet
That love might be
In your heart
And who can say when the day sleeps
If the night keeps all your heart
Night keeps all your heart
Who can say if your love grows
As your heart chose
- only time
And who can say where the road goes
Where the day flows
- only time
Who knows - only time...Who knows - only time...
Next another piece on time. This highlights more of the negative side of time. Time traps. Time trips, not over itself but others, whether they be cautious or not. Time deceives. Time changes, whether for the better or for the worse. Ok, that was not copied from the following piece. It's just what I understood out of it.
Timeless. That was his mind. Seated pickled in a small glass box. It never changed. Once in awhile, he would scrape off the dust encompassing his little arena. Others would walk by and exclaim, “Ah! You've changed!” But, it them who changed. Their view changed, their view of him. He watched the ages go by. Timeless.
It was like one of those fancy time-lapse movies he saw. One man stood there, never moving, while everything around him changed. People zipped by, the clouds hovered and glided away, the sky turned dark. Still that one man stood, waiting, held perhaps not by his own will. Timeless.
Delving deeper. His heart ached. He saw, a valiant warrior, in the midst of a battlefield. His comrades fell, one by one. All of them fell, and new soldiers came to replace them. Then they, too, fell. The cycle repeated. Over and over. Too fast for him to learn about the others. Yet, he himself felt no blows. He could not be touched; he was invincible. Timeless.
Then it repeated, only differently. He saw a cloud of flies. Many, oh so many. Yet one by one, as all things do, they fell. One by one passed on. Yet one remained. It hovered, then joined another group. Then they, too, fell. The cycle repeated. Yet that one fly remained. It was afflicted not by what did the others. It just remained. Timeless.
He took advantage of this time. It was, after all, time. All would be learnt in time. He looked around, about the void of time. Looking, searching for something to spend his time. Nothing, nothing but time. Timeless.
And it kept coming. Just like that, it came, over and over again. Appearing and disappearing, to appear again. It haunted him like a shadow. It moved with him, even when he couldn't see it there, he felt it. Haunting. Following. Haunting. Like a shadow. Following. A shadower. Ready to consume. Moving, closer, then distancing, then closing in. Timeless. It knew him, controlled him, manipulated him. It used him, befriended him, acknowledged him. It was him. It was him, and more. His hopes and dreams. His joys, his pain. His regrets, his acclaims. Timeless.
Ok, I don't know whether you guys are sharp enough but no, this piece was not written by me. I cannot, of yet (or maybe of forever), write anything of such depth. Not easy to understand, this piece... Not for me at least. Now my dear friend Christopher (if u ever get to read this), who's cheem around here? No, not me.. I'm a very shallow person. Next, off to check on whether Emma's story can be read in 5 minutes. Thank Emma for me will you Kylie?
