Inis Kondakciu
Stories (1/0)
How I stop time
There is one invariable fact of life. It is the pressure point of the busy and auspicious, the fleeting moment of the young and the uncertain reach of the elderly, the hopeless desire to rewind after the expected but reluctant goodbyes, and the promising gaze into the new and the possible. The one consistent universal experience we all share; the unstoppable passage of time. As people do, we all try to find our own little ways to move and manipulate time to suit our desires and our disciplines. Teenagers act like they know it all already to combat the feeling of uncertainty the uncomfortable part of life hoists upon them. New parents filling camera rolls to the brim with milestones and monthiversaries, hoping that the more memories they make, the longer they get to avoid the phrase “they grow up so fast”. Spending as much time as possible with those who may be leaving, in multiple senses of the word, holding tightly to the belief that the more seconds you make count, the less regrets you will have by the end. Or else simply watching day to day as a bouquet of freshly cut flowers, once bright and fragrant and full of presence, slowly dull and droop within their stagnant vase, serving as a self-inflicted reminder of that one universal truth. However, we humans are crafty creatures. Although we can never stop the passage of time, we are driven enough to discover creative ways around it. Myself included.
By Inis Kondakciu3 years ago in Poets