“Time is a river, a violent current of events, glimpsed once and already carried past us, and another follows and is gone.” Yep, that's another quote by Marcus Aurelius. I would have liked to have met the man. He certainly had a lot of interesting things to say. Even better, he wrote them down... or someone did.
I think at one time or another, all of us say something that should be written down. The problem is, no one does, and so our great pearls of wisdom are lost to the river of time. All of us have some wisdom to share. Oftentimes, our wisdom is wasted on fools, or is thrown out to those who really don't deserve it to begin with. Time really is like a river though. It flows past us. Sometimes it seems to move slowly. Other times it is a fast-moving torrent. Memories seem to be the eddies of the time stream. I should know, I get caught in them constantly...sometimes tortured by them. Over and over round and round the same memories flow through my mind. Sometimes they work to boost me up and push me forward with my life. But, alas, the same memory will then drag me back to where I have already been. Reliving a moment does no good. The outcome can't be changed. How I wish that all of my memories would bring smiles to my face. Life would be much easier if all memories could be good ones. They can. My memories can make me smile, but then that same memory can bring a tear to my eye. An eddy, that never allows you to break free totally. Men have been on this planet for thousands of years. And we think we know what they did and how they lived. And yet, most of us don't even know how are neighbors live. I have a diary I tried to write about ten years ago. In it are ramblings that I thought would remind me of what I was doing. What a farce! I look back at it now and most of it is bullshit that nobody would ever want to read after getting through the first page or two. Hell, I find it boring and I wrote it! For every moment, there is a season. And once that season passes, those moments slip away to be forgotten. Very little of what I wrote about makes up my current memories. Long-winded lines of things that were on my mind then (similar to this, I guess). Nowhere are the memories that I remember back on now. My daughter grabbing my finger just minutes... no seconds after she was born. My daughters first word, shouted over and over again in the local Taco Bell... Da! Da! Da! Da! Da! (Oh, how those moments mean so much to me!). My wife, sitting on a couch beside me reading me her poetry. This was just after we had our first date. My realization that I was falling madly in love with her. Memories of a golden retriever that wanted nothing more than to be by my side. Time, we are in the stream but for a moment. Yet in that moment we must make memories that last for eternity. What memories do you want on your mind at the moment when you will cease to exist? Time is a man-made construct. We are all allotted our time in the sun. What is the meaning of our lives? The meaning is up to you. The meaning of life is to give your life meaning. The saddest thing is to see someone pass away before they figure out that meaning.
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