Time is a system made up by man as a way to create a sense of order, of structure, of control. Minutes direct our days, days direct our months and months decide our years.
What if things that happened a year ago aren't as far away as they seem? We've been conditioned to believe that a year is the ultimate decider in a person's success or lack thereof. We've been conditioned to compare our years side by side, to make this year better than the last. . . make more money, lose ten pounds . . . all by next year.
Ten years, a decade, a century, all used to express the long ago. What if we weren't held hostage by minutes, hours, years? What if time is not a tunnel that gets deeper and deeper the further you go, but layers of events stacked on top of each other with transparent floors? A song, a smell, a face brings back a specific event and it is resurrected, revived, brought back to the surface. The word "past" connotes something that can never happen again, a moment that is lost. It's a word that brings longing, regret or indifference.
What if we're moving backwards? What if when we lose the people we love they are just being born in another world, on another plain of existence? What if this is all just smoke and mirrors, rushed along by the threat of running out of time?
How can we be so quick to believe that things we cannot see, touch and feel don't exist when time's invisibility has such a hold?
Knowing this has made it easier to believe that my ghosts are real, that we have senses that have been dulled by fear and the need for what the majority believes to be normal.
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