If
time stood still, I could have remained a child.
Have played my games of make believe, and always
had someone else responsible for me, for my
actions.
If
time stood still, I could have remained a bride.
Full of love, secure in my faith that I was
loved, and the future was full of happiness and
joy.
If
time stood still, my children would have remained
babies. Beautiful, soft, loving babies full of
joy, innocence, laughter , and filling our home
with the sounds of happiness.
But
time doesn't stand still. Like the waves in the
ocean, the winds through the forest, or the
shifting sands, time constantly moves on. Each day
when the sun bursts out of hiding and rushes
through the sky, it brings with it the winds of
change, and time marches on.
The
child grows up, becomes an adult. The bride soon
adjusts to her marriage, accepts that some of her
dreams, maybe all of them, were that, just
dreams, but she lives on, as time marches on, she
changes, changes what she can, adjusts to what
she can't change.
Babies
grow up, become teenagers, then young adults,
finally adults. We do the best we can, to teach
them values, standards, that have lasted us a
lifetime. Served us well. Some grow up to be
responsible, caring and productive adults. Some
do not. But as time marches on, we look back and
know we did the best we could.
No.
Time doesn't stand still. Nor would we want it to.
To always be a child, to always be full of
unattainable dreams. To always believe we owed
nothing to anyone. To never have a say in our own
future, our own destiny. No. We wouldn't want
time to stand still.
We
want to live, to grow, to become all we can be.
To learn, to teach what we learn, to find our own
beliefs, test our values, set our standards. We
want to live. Not just be alive.
No,
I wouldn't like a world where
Time
Stood Still
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2/2001
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