The Inheritance ~

           The Inheritance ~

Time is everyone's inheritance. No matter what the outcome, we all must live within its arc, whether it wraps us from behind, around, or lives within us . . . Some of us hold to a previous memory to stay strong, some of us evade our past lives, some let it chase after us. Sometimes I wonder if it is not so much what we do with our time that counts, but the way that we meet it. Truly, time is a tangible object. Not one that we can see, perhaps . . . But a living entity that we must greet. At some point, in some way- we all must meet it, in one way or another . . .

Personally, I chose to live inside the time. Doing everything I can within the moment as it presents itself. Sometimes I use it to seek out the future; for a few moments, I’ll reach beyond the reality of what I know, and distort the image . . . this is usually the scariest. In most cases, I found that it was easier to hold it inside of you- I think this manner of life charms it the most. This seems to reflect upon it wisely.

Time is held and cradled by some.  The wisest soul will learn to abide time, and to enjoy its present company. For that person, it becomes a gift that is rare and unique. There is no limit in the mind of she who cradles time-and no memory that, when pulled from its past world, becomes less than perfect before that one beholder . . .

This parable is filled with hidden meanings. You might consider, perhaps, your own role in the piece, and the way in which you greet time. Upon reflection, I assure you that you will find that your role in it to be essential; it is a rare key that most do not hold, one that is able to unlock inimitable charm and grace. In the end, though, I hope that you will consider it your gift of inheritance, and use it well.