We are NOW

How beautiful is the sway of time in this finite space. Time is a person; a beautiful woman dancing in the cosmos...

In a forbidden act of ballet, she moves and sways towards an irresistible change. The stars her crown, the earth her hips, the moon and sun, her beautiful eyes. She dances, moves the intricate balance of time, slightly, changing the pieces of her adorned jewelry, one step at a time.

We mark her dance, by the beat of her music, dividing it to 12 months, that make up a note. This note signifies her change, our change. In a channel so vast and wide, sometimes we ponder upon the question: what has changed in me.

Exactly as the beat strikes twelve, and time chimes to the rythm, we expect a change in her dance. A slight curve on her hips, or maybe a perfection of her act. What is to consider here is that we as mere humans, can't comprehend time, or change. We can't seem to value the paradox we live in, and the beauty of time's graceful presence. It is by the unwillingness to move forward, but the reluctance to stay behind that pushes us forward.

As a being of flesh and breath, we are all dumbfounded everytime the New Year's Ball drops, creating lists upon lists of reckless resolutions. Hundreds of unkept promises, yet still we desire to change, or at least know what changed in us.- "New Year, New Me", a saying that reverberates in the minds of many, but are you actually changing you? Or are you forgetting the you that once was.

Time dances in way that moves only forward, no second tries, no repeats. As stubborn as she is, it shows how complicated we are, that we have regrets, memories, and dreams.  We defy her will to move forward, by dwelling in an unset past, yet we learn. - We grow, we do not create change. Change is a built in system within us, an outward lying fact that we live in the NOW. That this now has no past, future, or even an actual present. We are products of who's, when's, and the how's. We are Now.

As time continues to impress us by her act, we perform at her will. Following through her brushed strokes, and living perfectly in her predestined choreography.