Snitch

Does time really fly?  It seems so very often.  Ted can find himself trying to turn back the clock on several occasions.  The past seems so appealing; it would be great to go back and relive moments and time periods that you do not feel like you truly appreciated.  One can take many things for granted, but I feel like the last thing someone can see themselves taking for granted is time.  Always trying to rush through things, we are.  Ted has been struggling with this lately.  He does not know quite how to slow things down without being impatient.  He can do that.  One solution he has found successful is in his ears.  But even to Ted, that cannot last forever.  He has been put in a great situation, but he wants to expand his boundaries, branch out and be adventurous.  He has been tied down to other things lately, busy work that he is not too fond of.  And what hurts the most, is that most of the beautiful things he thinks of can be seen around him.  It is like they are inviting him to come play for hours and hours.  How could anyone turn that down.  Well, it seems as if Ted is forced to do just that for now.  The phrase for now is very important here.  In a very short period of time, Ted will be able to get away and get lost.  This where time comes into play.  As before, Ted would like to be able to manage his time the way that is not possible.  Ted wanted to speed up time, but now his thoughts have changed.  He never wants to leave the time he is in.  It seems he cannot be satisfied.  That is just it, he can't.  Selfish guy he is.  Some people have said that initially, it's all about Ted.  That is hard for me to believe.  One fine example is time itself.  The one thing Ted wishes he could control, he simply can't and will never be able to.  It's like time is playing games with him.  The moment he wishes he could just stop, the hands spin faster than ever, and when he wants things to speed up, the hands seem broken.  Dang hands, they never can get things right.  But as I was saying, Ted is in a peculiar predicament.  He has mixed emotions on time.  For time is of the essence, right?  Not exactly.  He loves where he is, playing all day, roaming the hills, but there is something else that he awaits.  The only good thing about this one is that he can have a countdown, for he knows when the day will come.  Of course, what does he do, what Ted always does, impatiently awaits yet another thing, but I have to be completely honest on this one, if it was me, I would not be able to be patient either.  He thinks about it often, how great it is going to be when the time comes.  He thinks that is one of the best things about leaving, coming back again.  So Ted secretly loves the wait, for he knows how great it is going to be when the time comes.  Ted is full of mixed emotions, but there is one emotion he is pretty sure of.  He cannot wait to express that emotion.  Time is not on his side, it is on his wrist.

For Rapids that Flow

So here we are, in the wild, doing anything but nothing, enjoying everything that's anything.  That is what it is all about, as they say.  I honestly would not know if this is what it's all about either, but if it is, I am well pleased.  To be able to keep your footing along a steep, rocky, amazing trail in the back country is the least of your worries.  Worries really do not exist where I am, or do they?  Even though someone can be in such a beautiful, carefree place, anxiety still creeps its way into the scene.  Thoughts on irrelevant things that I know I cannot control still occur, but I think I'm tired of these thoughts.  To be able to drown the worries in a pool of rapids is too easy.  It is available right out the back door.  Talks also help.  So I decided to take a walk.  Three miles have never seemed so pleasant.  I look to the right to find a way to stay hydrated and to the left a way to need hydration.  I chose to stay straight.  The walk wasn't easy.  Rocks were left homeless on the side, trying to meet new friends, but none of us were interested.  We had only one thing on our minds and that was walking.  And walking we did.  Greeting everything that passed us, and the best suited ones were non responsive.  After a while of trudging along, we reached our destination.  Awe.  Our shoulders were lightened as we watched the sunny glaze of the mountainous reflection that cast dimly over a smooth valley full of water.  I can't recall much, but worrying was not on my mind.  If the scenery did not do it, the American Spirits solved the problems.  And the best part was that it only took one to do the job.  That was all I needed.  The walk was over.  The best walk I have ever taken.  To end the day, I shared a fire with pen and paper.  We have shared a great deal of time together.  I have a feeling our relationship will only grow.  Look forward to that.