Time Is A Funny Thing

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about the concept of time.

It’s such a subjective thing, in some ways; time can mean so many different things to different people living in different circumstances.

(Photo: Giang Nguyễn / Flickr)

(Photo: Giang Nguyễn / Flickr)

For instance, I just passed my seven-year anniversary at my workplace. When I mention this milestone to others, there are often mixed reactions. Some, who have been at the workplace for 30+ years, say something like “Oh, that’s nothing!” But looking at the bigger picture, seven years is approximately 29% of my 24-year-old life – and that’s a significant portion.

Another great example of this lies in relationships. My fiancé and I were dating for roughly nine months before we moved in together. To some people, nine months may not seem like a long time, at least in terms of dating and that sort of situation.

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One Hundred Words

Today’s writing prompt was again taken from the Internet. It was posted back in March 2015:

This week, write an essay using exactly one hundred words. Pick a concept you’ve been thinking about recently, like daylight savings time, or a personal story someone’s reminded you of recently, like when you learned to ride a bike. It doesn’t take long to write one hundred words, but you must make every one of them count.

 

Though I’m sure there were many routes I could go with this one, I think I’d like to go for the challenge of writing about happiness, something I’ve been feeling a lot lately. I think this a good topic, and there’s probably quite a bit I could write about this one. It’s certainly a challenge to write an “essay” in just 100 words, but here’s my attempt at it.

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I Really Don’t Know How to Title This…. on Closure, etc.

There are lots of things in life that aren’t fun to deal with.

Spilling your coffee all over yourself when it’s barely 8 in the morning, for one. Or stepping on a piece of gum in your brand new shoes and having to miserably pull your leg away from the sidewalk like a deranged person.

Even the little things like finding that you’re just short of having enough change to pay for that coffee, so you’re forced to pull out your debit card and allow the nickels and dimes to jingle, jangle in your pocket the rest of the day. Or just missing the green light, having to suffer through an 80-plus degree day with no air conditioner, or walking outside only to have it start downpouring — and of course, you don’t have an umbrella.

But one of the things that really isn’t fun to deal with?

Missing someone, especially when you know there’s nothing you can do to get them back, and you know that you shouldn’t really want them back, anyways. It’s hard, losing a friend or a significant other. It leaves us with a sense of emptiness, as though there’s a pocket in ourselves that isn’t full.

We may not be able to put it into words, but it’s there, like a dark little abyss, and we can’t seem to figure out how to close it up.

The worst part is when you want to close it up, but you just can’t. You know that missing that person is futile, and yet, there it is: that sense of loss.

Eventually, the day comes when you think you’ve gotten over it. You think you can finally move on and stop missing that person. But then you hear that song or visit that place you both used to love, and you get a little twinge on the strings of your heart. You can feel the ache pulling in you, and you struggle against it.

You know that missing them is useless, but you do it anyways.

You might even begin to hope that they’ll return to you. You hope for an apologetic text message or an accidental run-in when you go for your mid-morning run or your afternoon coffee. You hope that you have a chance to speak to them again, to either mend the wound or finally close it.

The world keeps spinning, and not everyone comes back around. Not everyone should.

Maybe closure, not a return to normalcy, is what you really need.

The thing about life is that closure doesn’t always come, not in the way we’d like. Sometimes, things are left wide open; when that happens, you’ve got to be the one carrying the needle and thread and sewing that wound shut. It may take days, weeks, months, even years; but bit by bit,  you sew a little each day. And sometimes, something happens and the whole seam rips open and everything falls out and you’re like “WHAT THE HECK,” but you can always start sewing again.

Believe me, closure will come…. someday. For now, just keep sewing.

Prompt: Going it Alone

Prompt: Going it Alone – There are certain events and activities that can feel odd to do alone. Going to the movies, attending a concert, and eating in a restaurant are common things that people would rather do with a buddy. But what about the times when you simply can’t find anyone to go with you, for whatever reason, or when your buddy backs out at the last minute? Write about an experience you’ve had when going by yourself was the only option. How did it make you feel? Did it turn out all right in the end? If going to an event or engaging in a typically social activity by yourself is not a big deal, or you happen to prefer it, write about a specific instance that exemplifies why you feel this way.

I’ve actually never had much of a problem doing things alone. Perhaps I’m odd, but I quite enjoy it. I enjoy the independence of it, being able to go by my own schedule and no one else’s and do whatever want. I remember years ago when I first went to the movies alone.

I remember in 2011 when I first traveled by myself. That was a big deal for me… it was a big step in independence. I love to travel by myself now and I do it often. Just this weekend, I went to Toronto for the day by myself. I find it refreshing, nice to get away from everything and everyone and just take some time for myself. I think it’s important to spend time with yourself and do things alone. I don’t think going to events or engaging in “typically social” activities alone is a big deal. I don’t think you should ever let the fact that you can’t find someone to go with you to something stop you from doing that thing. Doing it by yourself may feel awkward at first but just enjoy it, whether it’s going to a movie or a concert or traveling. Just enjoy it.

I go to the movies alone. I travel alone, whether it’s to Toronto for the day or Columbus for a weekend or wherever I end up. I take myself to dinner sometimes at a nice restaurant. I don’t think I need to rely on having someone with me to enjoy doing those things, and sometimes it’s nice to go alone.

This isn’t to say that I don’t enjoy the company of others. I certainly do, and I find that traveling with other people and going to concerts with friends is very fun. But I also don’t mind going at it alone, and sometimes, it’s nice to feel independent and know that I don’t necessarily rely on others in order to allow myself to have fun.