A tarnished, silver pocketwatch sways,
Coldly bathed in wintry rays,
Dangling by a time-sealed vow
Made with a leaf-bare aspen bough.
Yet aspens and evergreens never need
The passings of hour and day heed
As did the lone wanderer, passing by,
Reminded of life by this clock in the sky.
What hearts have then been shaken
By the abrupt prod taken
From hands, never-ceasing,
Those which, faltering, direct
To stairways of hours unchecked,
Leading drifters of humanity
Toward the comfort of Eternity.
The concept of time fascinates me. It was conceived completely by humans, and we’re the only ones who even care. The sun and wind and animals carry on without keeping specific count of the progression of the world. Days are simply invented partitions of light and darkness. I can’t feel a second pass, but my clock tells me when it has. If we had no words for seconds, hours, days, years, the world would still trudge forward. We track this progress, and I suppose it’s “necessary”, but for what? To know when to set alarms? To know when to eat? Time is so tiresome to me. Oftentimes I wish I was living long ago when there were no clocks and the day was tracked by the position of the sun. Maybe back even further. I sometimes wish there were no appointments to keep and I could pass the day and night as I pleased: working for what I wanted and needed, being with those whose company I truly enjoyed, doing only what pleased me and nothing more. There would be no rush. Sleep would be no issue. So much of what we consider progress today is just luxury. I shouldn’t complain considering I’m typing this on a laptop by the light of an electric lamp, yet I could most certainly live much simpler. And maybe–probably–be happier.
If we were only bodies, living would be easy. It’s the mind that always desires more. My mind wonders what if? Just such a mind thought of time and, honestly, it was a revolutionary idea. We have so much now that people know when to be where and do what. But how much of what we have do we need? I see so many people that only focus on the next day, the next test, the next 20 years. And they forget that today was the future of 10 years ago. We have to live in the present! By all means, keep the future in mind. But if you’re always planning, saving, and worrying for the future, you won’t know how to enjoy it when it arrives. I make a point to recognize and appreciate each day for its own sake. In doing so, every day gives me something to learn, something to love. Seriously, carpe diem because how do we know tomorrow will come? By the theory of time, tomorrow comes after today. But if it doesn’t?
Time is so personal in a way. When we die, does our time end? The world keeps breathing and changing, but our bodies stop. I like to think there is a new way of life after we die here on earth. I don’t believe in a god the way most of the world does. I could never pray to anything. But I’d really like to believe there are other things out there that can think, and maybe one or more of them did consciously create our species. If there are other sentient beings out there that we’ve never contacted in any way, if there are still new things being discovered daily, can we be sure our minds die when our bodies do? No one knows. But if I can live with as abstract an idea as time, I can certainly entertain the idea of a “life” after earthly death.