Open Letters. I L O V E them! Although, until today, I had no idea they had an actual term. Open Letters, are the ones you see on facebook or other places where a person addresses someone or something, by writing them a public “letter.”
If you’re like I was earlier today, and still don’t know what an open letter is, here is a short example:
Where have you been? I have been looking for you everywhere, and still have no hope of finding you! I NEED you to come over…like, right NOW.
Sleepless without you,
Or, really anything to that effect. So, to my great amusement, today’s Daily Post Challenge, found at : http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/08/13/open-letter/ is to write an open letter.
And, I find this topic so much fun, I think I am going to create a whole separate category just for open letters!
Anyway, today’s open letter will be addressed to TIME. Yes, TIME. We have a few bones to pick 😉
Here we are at yet another Tuesday evening, because the World keeps turning, and you NEVER stop . . . not even for a second (Well, there was that one time, but that is another topic, for another day). And for this and many other reasons, I believe you FAIL, at times (no pun intended).
In fact, you fail at many things, and I’m not the only one who thinks so, or who blames you and finds you inadequate.
Sometimes though, I agree, you may be unjustly accused. For instance, the phrase, “bad timing,” is such a nifty way to blame our own inability to change and/or our inability to adapt to an uncertain situation or alarming surprise, on you; and that I think is a bit unfair. And yet, I still find it quite convenient to blame you in times like these.
Now, while you may be unjustly accused in this ONE case, there are many a times when you work against me . . . ahem, US . . . Like when we are right in the middle of a wonderful dream, and YOU decide to wake us up. So. Not. Cool.
Or, when we are young and carefree, and enjoying every minute of being with nature or our friends, but then YOU tell is it is “time” to leave, seemingly at the most inopportune moments.
But, the ABSOLUTE most unfortunate crime I accuse you of, is that of stealing it away from my children.
The sun comes up and then it goes down on another day — thus, you are rightly accused of passing by us too quickly.
Sometimes, though, it feels as if we are trapped by you- doing only what is necessary for survival, and obtaining the -things- that we deem important, which are in fact, meaningless.
All in all, Time, you may be unjustly accused for lackings of our own, but you definitely FAIL in the important areas.
For this, I’m asking you to consider changing your routine a bit.
Linger a while longer when we are e n j o y i n g life, and all it has to offer; and please feel free to speed up a bit in our moments of despair.
This is all.