Test of Time

If there’s anything constant in life- it would be change and its not just for saying. Cryptic statements like “the more things change, the more they remain the same” have been hanging around and partaking out attention because of the oxy moronic view that is inherent in its import. Dynamism is one force that is truly “global”- As odd as it may sound the true nature of all things rest in its latent ability, or even capacity to adapt or bring about change.

There’s no escaping this gargantuan phenomenon- each day thousands of things alter and shape way for more to come. Accepting them and moving on form the basic lessons of survival. When Darwin mentioned his theory for the survival of the fittest- it should have actually read survival of the flexible. Be it attitude, looks or for that matter weather, everything is tweaked by the ravages of time, including time itself. Each second and minute that passes us by is but an instance in an ever flowing harmony where we dance to the tunes of the one above, here one day and gone the next- leaving shadows of ourselves behind. A blue frock is the last remnant of my early childhood, stained with juices and food varieties, it’s a reminder of me when I was five- and I have changed a Lot since then. Our thoughts and feelings are markers that will later guide us into acceptance of what we once were. Each day we change and move on- our appearances, our demeanor, attitude, beliefs and even the way we live. We gather the sum of our experiences gathered through life’s meandering lanes and dusty routes to give shape to our uniqueness.

Time and tide wait for none- no moment is quite the same as the next and with each passing second something gives way to its successor. Each second is like a wave of change sweeping things away and ringing in a new order that may rule till the wave hits home again. Consciously or unconsciously, we each contribute to the mass conflagration by lending ourselves to it. Ultimately there is someone in the world for whom that second, a tiny expression of time, holds invaluable meaning and holds an irrevocable importance to their life. Each second is thus accounted for, that somewhere someone will cherish it and hold it in dear memory, ensconced through the travails of time- treasured in the depths of a heart, till at long last that heart too passes away into a realm where all such seconds are stored in their pristine forms, revered and relished by all those in the happy hunting grounds.