The Time Travel Tales
How To Feel Time
She sat in silence and felt the world spin around her. Fast and slow at the same time, she felt stuck between two worlds.
She always wondered what was the best way to feel time — how to taste it, how to escape it and how to make it everlasting. She wanted to travel in it, freeze special moments and maybe stop it from moving so fast.
She learned that breathing was the best way to release time and with every breath she took, she took on a new challenge. It made time less intimidating and with each exhale, she would understand a new side of herself.
She wanted to find the cure for a restless mind — one so filled with concerns, questions and ideas, that barely rested when asleep. Maybe her dreams were just too big.
She knew she needed to be patient but patience was never her forte. She always liked to take action, make moves, move on. The circumstances had turned her into a go-getter a long time ago and waiting around was a game she didn't know how to play.
She was hungry for the world but no matter how much of it she tasted, her appetite only grew. She always wanted another bite, a little sip — whatever allowed her to feel it all one more time.
She had too much love inside of her and the bad habit of wanting to share it with everyone. She quickly found out that most people couldn't love the way she did — unapologetically, fearlessly, almost impulsively.
She lived for impulsive decisions — they always made her feel alive — but she never really learned from them, repeating patterns and cycles constantly. Maybe she only knew how to live in the extremes: either floored by her desires or out of touch with what she wanted. She was quick to pick up on everyone else’s feelings but naive when it came to her own. She gave everyone very good advice but she very seldom followed it.
At a young age, she realized that learning to be comfortable in her own skin was a life-long challenge. She made it a priority to fall in love with her own company— frequent moments of solitude became the only way she knew how to resettle.
She was more of a seeker than a questioner, a shapeshifter rather than a wanderer. She could be as light as sunshine but she knew that a certain darkness was needed to see the stars.
She was strong but too fragile, stable but too sensitive. She was an observer of the world around her and she often found beauty and meaning in unexpected places. It was an ability as much as it was a gift. She knew she still had a lot of growing to do, even though every time she looked back, she couldn’t even recognize the person she once was.
She was outspoken but she had spent years trying to explain herself to others. Eventually she figured out the power of silence —sometimes it had more meaning than any language.
Change was incoming and she was still learning to surrender. She kept searching for permanence in a time of impermanence until she realized that this newfound awareness, was a permanence in itself.
She sat in silence and felt the world spin around her. She realized she belonged everywhere and nowhere at the same time and that the best way to feel time, was to spend it on anything that made her feel alive.
