When Fate Says "Go"

Time is something I will never be able to fully grasp.  There are days that seem to fly by and then those that seem to be lasting forever.  Funny how it’s the days we want to last forever that seem the shortest, yet the moments and memories feel endless when we look back.  I think about the people I see everyday that have become pieces of my life.  The ones I would begin to feel off if they weren't there.  And then the ones who show up for only a couple of months or years but leave such a big mark.  I can’t help but wonder why they didn't stay longer or I didn't find them earlier.  I never used to understand what people meant when they said life flies by.  But now I’m starting to understand it.  Time is an interesting little thing.  Sometimes it’s your best friend while other times it’s your enemy.  Time can rip us apart or hold us together.  But there is no trend that it follows.  It just follows along and pops in when fate says “go”.  In life nothing seems consistent.  People come and go events happen and stories are written, all the while time is there.  Sometimes it’s hiding and letting everything unfold while sometimes it gets right smack in the middle of everything so visible and unavoidable we want to scream at it to go away.  As much as I hate to say it, time always finds a way to be right.  Even when it’s hardest to accept it, it always does the right thing in the end, I think.  But I never seem to fully realize it until later when time has allowed me to mull it all over again and again and again. Time is a love-hate relationship.  And it’s taught me that life is too short to postpone anything.