The day is something that is funny, a cycle that we have made a dictation of very day work hours, days to nights, the waking to the sleeping. All these things are creations of the human mind, a package of various elements and compounds that are common among even dead planets. The things we have dictated and have a mindset of markings to orbital planes and the alignments of the planet’s axis to the sun. We gave things before the concept of time the very names that take the world to an owned state. Time giving meaning to the names and dictations, to the meaning of the realm we exist in.

With time we have dictated worth, we have game names to sections of the sunlight availability and the worst yet the best thing time has ever given us. It gave us meaning to dictate the means of the world, to give meaning to the ones who walk the day and to give Imaginarium to the dark. We gave the world a sense of meaning with hours and minutes, seconds to count when doing something we don’t like. Meaning to the things we do and how much we care is equal to the amount of time we give such thing.

With the human race giving time to the things we love and the things we don’t care for are the things we count down until done. I find this weird as by giving such value we give them the meaning to our lives the object becomes the master of the time we have given it. No longer are we mounting the good over the bad, we are giving meaning to the perceived time as the emotional state we are in. Let me try to explain, since we gave all the time we count to the things we don’t love and never count the seconds that the good times and yet give the mounted trophies to the seconds that things we don’t like takes, I think we have over ordered for time to matter so much and having the moments remembered is becoming forgotten. A moment is, I admit, a value of time, however it is not a numeral we count so its value is flexible. When the moment should never be counted in time but only in amount. The moments we remember are not bound in time but in the realizations that we exist and have this chance. Most people forget moments and only remember hours until it is too late and the moment is forgotten.

I think that time is not on our side and not a gift, it is the essence we have given master over our lives than not. Dictations of shopping hours and means to get things. When I would choose that the life we have it not mastered by hand and numbers beyond our human’s existence can affect, for until that day, we should have the moments matter more than the hours.

Until Later

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.