Whatever is has already been. What will be has been before.

There is a time for everything.
A season for every activity under heaven.

To be born and die. To plant and uproot. To kill and heal. To tear down and build. To weep and laugh. To mourn and dance. To scatter stones and gather. To embrace and refrain. To search and give up. To keep and throw away. To tear and mend. To be silent and speak. To love and hate. For war and peace.

Whatever is has already been.
What will be has been before.

I love this verse, because it is completely simple, yet entirely true. Something is contained in the words, I know not what, that nearly brings tears to my eyes, Because everything is a season. Our lives are filled with winters, summers, rain, and drought, and I find it eerily clever of God to pair the weather of our planet to make a perfect metaphor of the human condition. Nothing is ever golden for long. We grow and age, sorrow comes and then joy, which is again toppled over by sorrow, then later to be conquered by joy. We find love, we lose it; gain prosperity, and give, or have it taken away. Nothing lasts forever and in fact, most things last a moment. And it’s with this attitude that I really do believe time is relative, and no matter how we try to set it down in minutes and seconds and years and days, occasionally, time will slow and we know it does, and time will pick up speed, and we wonder where the last ten years have gone. I say time is relative, and I mean this in the way that we relate it to our seasons, our live’s occurences. Childhood can be a blink for some, and old age can drag on for a thousand millenia. It’s just strange how our perspective manipulates things. And perhaps I’m getting out there, but this is what I think about when I am struck with the impermanence of everything.

This makes me feel even less in control, which I want to be, but I know it’s not my design. To control everything, or anything.

Thoughts like this give me the urge to tighten my grip and claw for the summers, but I know someday I’ll be tipped off the side of this light and dark earth, and where I’ll land is some place miraculously unfathomable.

That’s all.

Advertisement