I am the space between seconds and I hate the rush.
Humans try to decipher and make sense of things. They aim to have everything in categories, putting things, emotions and even other people in order. Even time cannot escape the seemingly intrinsic desire to be cut and chopped into digestible pieces.
How much I love the space on a classic watch between the seconds. The indicator jumps. It is one second now and suddenly, just as you’re reading this, the next. It’s hard to fight this machine.
In fact, you’ll never win.
I am trying to fight it, foolish as I am. I wrangle with it to be faster and slower, wishing for the indicator to jump faster, to salvage me of my burden. To go slower, to savour the moment. But many times your dear Papa has mentioned that this is noble but futile, foolish.
So I keep my time, every second. As a reminder that I am not in charge. Time is my master and so is it yours. We can be meticulous as much as we want but the indicator will jump.
Will you sit in between the space with me and watch it jump, again?