Years are months, months are weeks, weeks are days, days are hours, hours are minutes, minutes are seconds... all so misunderstood and is not what is perceived in the here and now all time is irrelevant and endless ...stunning like all🌹
"there's a price of admission to tomorrows called yesterdays". This is one of the greatest lines I've ever read in a poem. Fantastic write! The whole poem is so amazing!
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
Nice meeting you Kelsey... nice of you to stop by.
Ah, if only we could control time, and turn it back or forwards as we wish... speed it up through bad or boring events, and slow it down to enjoy those precious experiences for as long as possible. "…there's a price of admission to tomorrows …called yesterdays… you see?" Yes, it's the experiences we've already lived through, that make us fit to cope with what is to come. Cool poem, makes you think!
The final four lines really summed this up. I like this, time is on our side until it isn't. A very creative way of counting the minutes of our days to come and those that have passed.
ah, one of my favorite pet peeve subjects in a way. To me, time... is a mortal human construct. It measures "things" ... badly. I have been changing the way I perceive life, in moments, not time. In the same regard as your title, there was a title to an old "Route 66" episode: "Somehow It Gets To Be Tomorrow" a pretty good episode you can watch on Youtube. ah. Anyway, I couldn't shake that title and I pondered it for weeks, and now it's part of my "personal creed" if you will. This piece of yours speaks to that same perception. "A world bound by it's nows" indeed.
"Life is a terminal disease." All the doctors have basically told me so.
"Life is an adventure... Pain, well you deal. Thanks for being here. 06/21/2020
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