It Is Time
God is time.
That is what i would say if anyone asked me about what do i think of God.
Oh, please, excuse my broken English. It is not my mother-tongue. I dont even know what my mother-tongue is. All i know is i suddenly find myself, replying people’s language in a way that surprise them. I don’t have stories, yet, they listen to time.
Would it be different, if i reverse the order ?
Time is God.
Has it changed the meaning ?
What is the meaning, honestly ? Where did it all begin ? Is that the question ? Am i asking the correct question ?
What do you expect when you ask what is God ? Do you need an answer or a confirmation ?
As far as i am concern, Time is not forgiving. It never has been. You are stuck in a cycle, where most of the time, you are handed a test before learning anything. You are handed a failure before figuring the way out. You lose, then you lose, then again for more, until you hit the rock bottom. Before something push you up and you soaring to the sky.
Only to find yourself lost in infinity.
Infinity has never been fun, either. You live forever, watching everything turning to ashes for what ?
One night, two nights, many nights, more and more, it rolls. It becomes dull. It is not inspiring, it is horrifying.
When you think about it, if you lost the track of time, what are you losing ? Do you grow older or stay unmoved ? Have you thought about it ?
Because i have seen it all and we have never been alone. If you think, you are the only you in the world, then i am sorry to break it down to you that you are wrong.
I can’t tell you the truth, since we are still stuck in the debate of What Is God ? And we have not yet agreed on what we are looking for when we are asking the said question.
So, we are wrong. Yes, we, including me. The difference between you and me is i know what is correct. And i can’t tell you until you join the cycle.
