I Move On With Time

I Move On With Time
I feel I have been guilty of holding on to Time’s hands like a young child who doesn’t want to leave its parents hands when they are to leave him at the boarding-school. The child knows he is going to experience some fun and adventures he never could have at home now, but it is attached to its parents to such a degree that the cesarean section is apparently quite a difficult one. Its parents know of the joy the child is to discover in the hostel are going to shape the child’s future, and they want their child to have the best of it. They let go of the child’s hands hoping it finds all it deserves in the hostel and even more.

Time will leave my hands like the child’s parents, and it will let me move on to adventures I’ve never been before. A parting between the child and its parents is inevitable or is essential for the child’s happiness and welfare. This is a natural part of life and I would have accepted this too if I had not been exposed to some parts of life that showed me an idealised world where the parents’ happiness is more important than the child’s future. This is a world where the parents don’t leave their child at the gates of the boarding-school, but it lives with its parents, and yet finds lots of happiness and joy. The point is that Time cannot keep holding my hand for ever. There is to be a point when it has to leave me, and move on in  search of someone else to guide to happiness. I too have to move on to unguided adventures. They are going to be  much better than any of the guided adventures I’ve ever  been through, but I can appreciate them only if I let go of Time’s hands and seek an adventure for myself.

Time has to move on in its quest of  its own pack of adventures. It can never pause; nor can it ever be slowed down. It has to move on, and it will always move on at a customary pace. The pace has been quite a fast one, I have not been able to keep up with its pace; moreover, I have not been very willing to move along with Time, given its fast pace. So, my reluctance to move on with Time has been partly its own doing. Time didn’t want me to move with itself, so it attached heavy weights to my feet making it difficult for me to move on. its fast pace has only been an illusion. My movement has been made impossible by virtue of further restrictions imposed upon me by my fate and destiny. My destiny was inscribed millions of years before the concept of the sun and moon came into being; I awe at the expert skills of the inscriber. Had my movement not been restricted, my movement may have been disastrous for me. In a way, these restrictions have been a blessing in disguise!! They were also a part of my destiny.

Destiny rules superior over everything we do, or anything we can ever want to do.  Practically, we are helpless against our fate and destiny. The inscriptions of destiny defy all our efforts to counter its flow. The concept of destiny includes the concept that a definite time that has been appointed for events to occur. Though the appointed time for individual events in my life is predestined, yet the time is not known to anyone.  The very mysterious nature of the gap between two consecutive events makes us make efforts to bring events closer than they are destined to occur. I strongly feel that most of my efforts have been ruthlessly negated by Time. Time never wanted events to be brought to closer points than the points they were destined to be at. It could never stand anything in opposition to what it liked. This was why my efforts to fly high were brought to the   ground.

The point is no one knows when these events are destined to occur, but we do our best to make them happen at the earliest. These efforts are what makes the world go around its axis. We do our best to keep holding Time’s hand for a long time in order to get a tab of its pulse. Events occur at an appointed time, and this is all we can do to keep a tab on events. We have to synnchronise our movement as per the pace Time adopts. Time moves on with a regular rhythmic movement through the annals of life, and those who mange to keep pace with Time, end up as the winners of life.

The child in me should let go of Time’s hands. Time should move on, and I  should move on with it.