CLXXXII

Time is slowing down. In the heat, in the holiday glow. I wish it wouldn’t. I could just manage how it was going, before. Not too fast that I feel my life slipping, not too slow that I feel my life slipping. Just the right amount. 

[Images: Grace Hartzel and Ruth Bell by Cass Bird for Dior Magazine]

XCIX

Whenever I feel I don’t have enough hours in the day (quite worryingly often), I consider the fact that somewhere in Europe, or perhaps the America’s, it could still be yesterday. And if i can imagine myself there, I can imagine there being more time. I can picture the condition of the weather outside, and my far more placid mental state. Such momentary escapsim is also momentarily comforting. If only I could take all of my world on that mental journey with me. Maybe I’d meet more deadlines punctually. Maybe I'd never come back at all.

[Image by Helmut Newton]

XCVII

'Love is free and time is fleeting.' 

Maybe that’s why real love is so rare; so fragile. Because imperfect people make imperfect decisions, and in the blink of an eye a person can choose not to love. Not to feel. Not to acknowledge. People make that choice everyday – and lives are changed, homes are broken, walls are put up and lifelines shut down. I do not wish to be one of those people. Love isn’t fleeting in the sense that a breeze is fleeting, or a flash of lightening. It is momentary, in that we make the mistake of loving only momentarily. Love exists. I know that it exists. It exists when I cause it to exist. It exists when I give it life, and action, and voice. It exists when I acknowledge it and when I nurture it. It exists, more so than anything else this world has to offer. Love love, because it is so precious. Make it your flag, and wave it.

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