Quote Redux

“At my back I often hear Time’s winged chariot changing gear.”- Eric Linklater

The Passage of Time (Photo credit: ToniVC)

Time flies like a stealth bomber: invisible, fast and dangerous. You won’t know that it’s come and gone till it’s too late. The damage that you will suffer from the ignorance of Time’s flight is irreversible. Tomorrow becomes yesterday. A day lost. Gone from your radar. Never to be recovered. And I’m a victim just like everyone else.

A month and a half has pass since my last post. This is unacceptable. I tell myself I’ll do it is this environment. That I’ll better write soon and yet I don’t. Time mocks each and every one of us. And we don’t do anything to about it. We don’t sneer. We don’t snark. We don’t put Time in its place. We let it become complacent. We let it take advantage of us instead of the other way around. But for me, not anymore. Time, you’re mine.

I will be the one to manipulate you. I will stop letting you get your way and take control of the situation. My Time will not slip past my notice. I will count every minute and make sure that it is put to good use. No waste. Not anymore. Time get ready to be owned. Get ready for the bridle and bit. I hold the reigns. You go where I direct you. You’re not wild anymore. You will be tame for I will break you. The blinders will be taken off of me and to be put on you. I am your driver and you will go where I say.