The Weight of Time

People always comment on the weight of my watch. It feels heavy. They would ask me why I wear such a heavy thing. I always told them that because my left arm is weaker, I needed the extra weight to build up muscle. Who knows? It's not like I walked up to the watch store and asked for the heaviest watch they have. It just happened to be that way.

Now though, the weight serves as a constant reminder. Though it flows, runs and glides away like a phantom, time is not light. The metal band around my wrist makes me feel enslaved to time. I cannot over come it. It drags me at its unrelenting speed.

I wish to be free.

Mike asked me today what my ideal power would be, if i could have a super power. The ability to stop time.

Maybe that's why Peter Pan's Neverland appeals to me so much. I can't say I'm not excited for the future. I can't say that I don't look forward to being on my own and taking charge of myself. I can't say I wouldn't like to know the results of the next four years. Yet... there are times where I wish time would just stop.

Stop.

Or at least slow down a little. I'm in no rush. I like the feeling of being alive now. I like the feeling of what I get when I'm with my friends. When they're laughing. When they're together. When they're there. When the earth can spin but our world is untouched. I like it.

Yet, since I cannot stop time or even slow it down, I'll just hold on to the hope that in the future, though times will have changed, we can still create moments where I don't feel the weight of my watch. In the future, I can take off the metal band on my wrist.

My left arm has strength enough.

Speak Easy

I guess I'm just trying out how blogger works, seeing as I just moved here from Xanga. As a friend brought up, Xanga had alot of moments attached to it that I'm not sure I like. Hence, the move here. However, in Xanga's defense, I suppose I also had good moments there as well.

Caution is a side of me that has recently crept into my personality when it comes to writing online. After finally learning the lesson that every action has ramifications, I realized that laying my life out as an open book for the entertainment or provocation of internet peers may not be a very smart idea.

"Where words are many, sin is not absent." - Proverbs

The Bible definitely had something there. So, perhaps I shall not speak as candidly as I used to about life's "drama", as my friend posted on her blog. Yet, that does not mean I shall write timidly. No, I hope to endeavor to write smarter. That is all.

"Wise men speak because they have something to say; Fools speak because they have to say something." - Plato

I am hoping that I shall not write to create noise in the world, or to seek attention. That was the failure of xanga. I hope I write because I have something to say.

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