“Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.” – Henry Van Dyke
Things happen in their own time. And Time really doesn’t care.
We have choices. We choose what we cook for breakfast. We choose what color socks we put on. We choose how we treat others. We choose how hard we work. We choose whether we seek the beauty in life or not.
However, some things are out of our hands. And that is really fucking hard to deal with. I like to plan, make lists, get shit done. I don’t think I’m a control freak (as I can be quite zen and just let things be as they may). But, that’s when things are going my way. When things are all out of whack and I’m not getting what I desire, it really pisses me off. Then the fiery side of me comes out and I yell and kick and scream at Time:
“How can you be so cold? Can’t you hear me?!”
Time never responds. Time is too busy moving on. She’s got too much shit to do.
I’ve learned that we cannot plan our lives out. I have a very clear idea of where I’d like my life to be, but the universe, God, the angels, fate, Buddha and/or some naughty garden gnomes have different ideas. I don’t just sit by and dream, either. I work hard for what I want in every aspect of my life. My love life, friendships, career, finances, etc., will line up as they should. I just don’t know when.
I guess I’ll just hang out and enjoy the ride until then.