Time Enslaves Me

Time Enslaves Me
I feel bound by my hands and feet and suspended mid-air like a pendulum. The clock has been ticking along at its usual rhythm and pace; there is no way of arresting its speed or even its progress, and as a pendulum, I am a part of it. I have to flow in the drift. There is a small choice before me: of course, I can make its flow smooth and congenial to myself, while I can also make it rough and uncomfortable. It was an open choice before me.



On second thoughts, there never has been a choice before me. There never was, nor will there ever be. The pendulum has to keep ticking forever, the flow of time is to go on till eternity, and it will entangle whatever comes along its path. I shall never be able to stop or even pause it. Since I happened to be  in its way, the deluge carries me with itself. The flow of time is to go on and on, there is no way of stopping it, and I must flow with it.



 I badly want to stop the flow of time, I want to make it pause for a while and make it consider the havoc it had let loose over my being in my past. I want to stop the pendulum from making any sort of movement, but time keeps marching on and the pendulum keeps moving. I want to make a lot of amends in my past, and I wanted to be sure of a good and happy future. Luckily or unluckily, there is no way time can be held captive like I feel at this time.



I wish there was a way I could make time feel all the pain and torment it has inflicted on me in my past. The insolent manner in which it has been moving on, the way it has presented its intricacies before me has created a lot of dissonance within me. I wish there was a manner in which it could be made a mute audience, quite like what I have been while it has wrecked its malice on me, while I hackle it to pieces. I want to teach  few lessons of life to it, I want to give it a piece of my mind.



Somehow, I know it is not possible to fight against time in any way. I shall ultimately have to accept its superiority. What irks me the most is the increasing sense of being inferior to an entity I can never know in person. I can never know who and what foe I am up against. Fighting a foe one doesn’t know the potentials of is certainly a tough proposition. This is one of the most powerful and potent weapon it has in its arsenal.



All the same, I have to put up a fight, and it has to be my best effort. I must do my best, and I shall certainly do my best to counter all that time does to weaken my resolve. There are going to be times when I shall have to move against the flow. I shall have to put in all my efforts to counter the flow of time, but I shall do it. It is not going to be easy in any way, but nothing in life ever is.



Life is essentially an amalgam of easy and tough times. Let us hope my life is a bit easy from now on.