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Sunday, May 5, 2013

How To Capture Time In A Jar: Stabbed In The Heart


Well, you can't actually capture time in a jar. Sorry. In fact, whether or not time is a physical thing, able to be captured, is a matter of debate. Short of contemplating the nature of quantum phenomena and time's questionable reality, the formula for capturing a moment is as easy as slowing down.


God has given us the gift of memory, however fleeting, so that we may reflect and learn, remember and appreciate, recall and hope. Much of our lives seems to be spent rushing through things, to get to the next thing, in our endless list of things. But learning to slow down, to look around you, and to recognize the beauty of this moment, what is special about what is happening right now, is an art that will help you to solidify your memories and make them more vivid. Savor where you are right now and quell the worry of where you have to be. We must learn to not look on our memories with regret and contempt for the future, but rather to allow them to frame our moving forward and to look on them with happiness that they happened. Everything that has come before has contributed to today. You can use your memories, like nature intended, or you can let them use you. 

Some things are out of our control, but time is not necessarily one of them. If we change our perception of it, if we learn to slow our pace, to see the little miracles that surround us, and to appreciate the now, the then, and the what will be, we can enrich our lives.   
Stabbed in the Heart 
Fate will pine the loss of Time
And let Chance seize the world.
Bitter Luck won't give a fuck,
While Serendipity laughs and whirls.
Irony bays and impatiently waits
For Contradiction to hide the foil
In the chest, but there is no rest
For a Heart's cosmic toil.

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