Fleeting Time

I would love to be the type of guy who is always consistent with his beliefs, but I know full well this is not always the case. And, when it comes to all things related to melancholy, the good ol’ times as its often referred to, I certainly have a not very logical position.

For some reason, I can both be fully aware that time is passing me by very fast, and somehow think or act as if it’s not for everyone else. In other words, I’m constantly being surprised when I meet an old friend and see first hand the effects of Chronos. Why is this the case, you may ask? I’m not entirely sure. I know full well it’s illogical, I know full well I’m bound to find out that someone has lost a loved one, I mean, it’s been decades, so why does it shock me so?

And today, as I’m arriving at the airport and get ready to board my plane, I bump into the sister of my high school sweetheart. For some reason, I knew that asking questions, even just because one must do so in polite conversation, would reveal news that I would certainly not be ready to handle. And, almost as if that is how life conspires against one’s composure, I find out that her father had passed away just a few months ago.

All of the sudden I went back in time mentally, and I remembered how much B. loved her dad. I remembered the nicknames she had for him, the times we sat down for dinner, the music he loved. He was no doubt a loving father, and one that was hard to forget. How could I forget the man who only listened to Anthems and Marches? Being a musician, I could appreciate the complexity of some of the composition, but I always had the hardest of times understanding how someone would feel connection to Anthems that had nothing to do with their own country.

I feel at this very moment like I should reach out to B, but I’m a little short on words. I don’t know what it’s like to lose a father, and thus can’t really offer any wisdom. Now, why do I think anyone would want to hear advice from me? I have no idea, and I’m probably dead wrong about that too. That being said, If there’s something I really don’t like is not being able to offer words of comfort in times of need, maybe because It’s not hard for me to cry along the person who is going through the rough times.

I’m writing this little weird entry on this blog of mine, not because I expect B to read it, or because it’s of any use to anyone out there. I’m writing this down in hopes that one day I can look back at these thoughts of mine and extract some wisdom and perspective from them, but the key word here is hope.

As the title says, Fleeting time… Life is nothing but a blink and we get so caught up in our own story, we forget that everyone else is blinking too.

MenO