As we worry about our raises and recessions, our relationships and our romances, the wheels of the machine keep moving obliviously to the soap operas of our lives.
The sun revolves on its axis: it never pauses for a day in deference to the delights or the disappointments we may face. The earth journeys around the sun, unstoppable. The clock ticks. Babies are born at the very moment families die head first in the Hudson River, pieces of broken flying machines caught up in the murky currents.
When you first fall in new love, you are certain this glow will never fade. Not this magical one. When a loved one dies, you are convinced the pain will never relent. Not this time. And then the machine takes over.
The moon appears, full and silver, and just when you feel you own it, it begins to shrink, night by night, until it virtually disappears only to begin to march back to full bloom in the space of a month. Every month.
At the shore, the waves drive up from the ocean to the beach in a steady and unstoppable drum roll. In and out. Back and forth. The gears of the universe are linked in a constant and irreversible movement we know nothing about. All we can really know, is that we are swept up in its force. Humans along for the ride for as long as the ride endures. We don’t get to decide when it ends. Rarely an advance warning.
In this grand and daunting show of power, all we can do is race. Move full speed to accomplish some form of greatness, some ounce of true value, so that we are not merely tumbleweed blown across the prarie by the winds of the relentless, calculating, driven engine of time.
We all have goals, dreams we would like to accomplish, works of art we want to create, companies we want to grow, ideas we would love to sow, people we want to know, fears we want to conquer, peaks we want to climb, breakthroughs we hope to achieve.
Whether we do so or not depends on how and if we perceive the race. Nothing waits for us. The machine never stalls. The gears do not rest. The stop watch is always on.
Rest? Why should I rest? Ever. The waterfall of time is my competitor. If I want to win, I must race ahead of the curve and accomplish something great, something more, something enduring, before it washes over me.
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