today is my birthday...

Today is my birthday. I contemplated buying myself a nice new pair of red, leather oxfords as I lost the mate to my favorite pair, recently. A good lesson for me would be to remember to keep my shoelaces tied! Instead of a pair of shoes, I opted for a handsome, sterling, antique pocket watch that I wear around my neck as a locket. It is very simple in design…

It needs a small repair, for the hands seem to stop at the same time every now and then, even when it is fully wound! When pressed close to your ear, the sound in between each beat is barely audible, yet is as lovely as the subtle echoing of the ocean from a seashell. Then, when the watch begins to slowly tick again, that sound is reminiscent of the beating of one’s heart against their Other Half.

Time, whether it is real or imagined, continues to fascinate me. After I opened my gift and tried to act surprised, I thought a long while about time, my age, and the brevity of our time here. Deep questioning has been a passion of mine, my entire life, and I am finally comfortable with the forever-changing answers. They keep me alert and curious…

As time passes, birthdays too, it appears that Einstein was right in that time does not exist—not really, not in any manner that is relevant other than it is all relative...  We change physically and emotionally yet the longer we live, we can view our birthdays as the beautiful process of life’s celebration of our growing. If we have he sense of mind to know that this perspective is a possibility, even enough to raise the question, then t would be fair to say that we have grown and changed, as Bowie suggests with his symbolic lyrics, “Time may change me, but I can’t trace time…”

So, when that Clock is about to strike 12 and that noon train is approaching around the bend; the tracks are laden with golden bricks pointing in a Direction and your life is asking you: Decide, Decide, Decide...who are you going to listen to? Your heart or your mind?

(only time will tell...)