Time- It's A Funny Thing

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Time is a funny thing. It travels in such various speeds, leaving traces of itself across buildings and faces alike.

When I was young, looking at my parents I thought to myself, "wow, my parents are old, and they must know EVERYTHING". Their age, so far away in my young eyes.

Now I'm sitting on the cusp of thirty years around the sun. Some would say I'm still young and know nothing of life, some would say I'm old and look at me with wondering eyes. I look at myself and see laugh lines, each one a reminder of the good times that I've had. I see calloused yet strangely soft hands, mothers hands, both comforting and strong. I see a body that has miraculously birthed two wonderful little humans, squishier than it once was, time has a talent for 'loosening', a brilliant lesson if you ask me. I see an array of old scars, reminding me of a daredevil past.

I am Twentynine years old, I belong to more people than I ever thought I would, raising children the best way I know how. Married to a man who once was as wild as me, who has seen this body age over fourteen years. My body shows age, evidence of time passed. While my mind knows nothing of this, only memories scattered about, some faded and some vibrant with color. I'm still 24, wild and free, I belong to no one and no one belongs to me. I'm still 18, and I know everything there is to know about life, my nights are longer than my days, and my appetite for life rages full force. I'm still 14, carefree and naive, I feel every emotion as if it were my last. I am still 6, staring at the world through rose colored glasses, laying in the grass, counting the ants as they go by, lost in thought, no trace of "time" on my mind.

Time, you are a funny thing, you trespass gradually, and in a way, all at once. Clever...very clever.
"What then is time? If no one asks me, I know what it is. If I wish to explain it to him who asks, I do not know." ~Saint Augustine