Tick Tock....

Time. Its a tricky thing.
 I'm battling with time at the moment; Its the one thing in life that we are truly helplessly controlled by. We can't stop it, we can't slow it down, we can't speed it up, can't turn it back. It is the most final thing in our lives. Time has brought me a magnitude of catastrophes...all at once. I guess thats life, though.
 I moved to my dream city over a year ago, and the only thing that remains the same is where I reside. Its amazing what time can do. It literally Creeped up on me and changed my entire world (as if it was ever going to  do anything less).

Billy Joel wrote a song in 1977, five years before I was born, that I swear was meant for me in this exact time in my life. It's called Vienna, and its about someone being so focused on "being someone monumental, achieving greatness, leaving a mark..." that eventually you let time pass you by, and you forget to have a life... not even realizing that a life is exactly what you need; what we all need. A real life. With real mistakes. Real accomplishments. Real love. Real pain. 
All in all, it's a song about time. Time doesn't wait. It can't. It's the most beautiful and tragic thing about being alive. The sand never stops.
 My epiphany, at this moment in time is simple: since we can't control time, we have to learn to control what happens during our time. We all have dreams, and of course they won't all come true, but I think I'm learning that while our dreams are dreamed up by us, they can actually determine how we live our lives today...and if we don't have dreams, we are just wasting our time. 

My current dilemma finds me Feeling like i have no dreams left. Time has come in and swept them all up, and my heart has been broken into a million tiny pieces, that are scattered all throughout this city, all the way to Texas. Soo what now?

Time will invariably move on. Silently marching until the end of creation, sweeping up countless dreams, heartaches, loves, and hopes in it's path. I would like to think that time cared a bit about the damage it causes, but I know better, however, simply based on the good things that come along with time as well. It's a bit of a yin and a yang; good and bad if you will. I guess this is it. Life. And when we die, time doesn't stop. So I guess the lesson is to show time what we are made of. In the face of adversity, rise above that ticking clock and show everyone what you're made of; we don't have forever.
 Remember, too, to Take a cue from time. When something so unbearable crushes your spirit, cutting off your air supply, crumbling your heart in so many pieces you believe you can't go on; just pick yourself up and keep on dreaming. Never stop believing, always remembering that time heals all wounds and if you take the time to dream and believe, great things will happen. Time has scientifically proven it, and for all of us skeptics, whats better than honest proof?