Time and Wings

I have been writing, thinking, talking, praying, and attempting to forget poor little me in order that I might rise above my medical conditions and experience life to the fullest. And lately, to my surprise and satisfaction, I have grown a new set of wings. Actually, they are the same set I have had all my life without realizing their full potential. What I didn't fully realize in my earlier days were the finer points of my wings' controls. I have recently discovered that my wings will only operate at peak performance under certain conditions. For example, if I am in bad spirits, with malice and resentment in my heart, my wings will barely flap; but if my being is filled with love, my wings will hum with excitement. Also, I had previously not realized my wings relationship to time. For whatever reason, my wings will not operate efficiently, and sometimes not at all, under the burden of past and future concerns or worry. In other words, if I am carrying the weight of the future on my shoulders, or the burden of the past on my back, my wings will hardly lift me off the ground; but if I am carrying only the weight of today, my wings will carry me beyond the clouds.

And, when I look around this moment, here in the silence of my own mind—this beautiful July morning, gazing out my window, listening to the birds as they sing their song of appreciation for the feast of my wife's generosity—I experience no time. When I look into the future and imagine the fate of my aging body and dwell on the predictions of the medical establishment, time races forward with the force of an exploding bomb. "Why?" I ask myself. Why is it that we have become so dependent upon time? What is so sacred about time that we measure every aspect of our lives into increments of minutes, hours, days, and years?

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