Life happens. 

One day you’re in love the next you are breaking up. One day you have an acceptable amount of money in your checking’s account, the next you are penniless. One day you tell your girl all of your stories, the next she is spreading them.  One day you are friends with someone, the next not so much. One day you’ll have a job, the next you are unemployed. One day you have a place and a home, the next you are on your own in the wilderness or the streets or couching it at a friend’s apartment. One day you are as healthy as you can possibly be, the next you have cancer (sensitive subject, I know, but I’ve been a witness). One day you are a dancer or an athlete, the next you broke a bone and have to change career paths. One day you’ll have a path, the next you are lost. One day someone is there, the next that person is gone. One day things will suck so bad all you wish to do is disappear into the air or jump off a cliff. The next you are the happiest, most hopeful, most fulfilled you-you could ever be.

 Time happens. 

One day everything you can possibly imagine can go offhandedly wrong, the next day everything will be right and bright again. One day you are acting like an angst-ridden adolescent over a break-up, the next you are a wiser more complete woman for having lost him. One day you are a cliche of the broken-hearted woman, the next you have found someone to share the rest of your life with. One day you are hoarding yourself looking for a job, any job, the next you  land on something that actually fits perfectly. One day you are broke, the next you are popping champagne like you won a championship game without worries. One day you are just as lost as any other day, the next an idea pops up that changes your life entirely. One day you are caring only for yourself, the next you are a mother caring more for your baby than anything in the world. One day you are the same age, the next your are a year older.

Life happens. 

And still seasons shift. The clock continues clicking. The sun rises. The roosters cock-a-doo-dle-doo. Time goes on the same as always, whether you choose to be active or not. The night cycles into the day and back, whether you choose to live or not. The seconds march on whether you are having a dramatic life changing event or not. The minutes parade whether you are in love, heartbroken, lonely, afraid, rich, healthy, diabetic, fatherless, careless, educated, broke, full, depressed, happy, or not. The hours proceed to trust onward whether you choose to do something about a situation or not. Days unfold, and just like that people will flush toilets, and make coffee, and shop for groceries, and go to their 9 to 5, and work out, and have meals, and generally go on with their daily routines.

Time goes on without discriminating. And thank God for that because TIME is everything.

@ohmylaskmy

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