Ecclesiastes 3….

Ecclesiastes 3.1-8 (KJV)
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

Yes, I am quoting The Book. No, I am not religious. Put it another way, I am quoting a truth. Almost every book contains at least one truth, even if sometimes just a small one.

Today was a time for goodbyes. A time for hugs, some kisses, and a cry or two. For some it was hard, for others not so much. One or two walked out without looking back, shaking hands, saying thank you or promising to stay in touch.

I know, today, I will have seen some people for the very last time in my life. For a little while I will miss them. With some I will make an effort to stay in touch. Eventually we will all have moved on.

It is strange how someone can make an impact on you in a very short amount of time and you want to keep holding onto them, because you recognize a kindred spirit, no two of which are ever alike, which makes them all the more precious to us.

I am not the first one to ask this and won’t be the last, but what did we do before email and Facebook? I suppose we didn’t get to collect hundreds of friends. We had much fewer connections, which in turn were stronger and more important.

Mind you, I don’t feel strong connections to a lot of people I am friends with, but enough to keep them in my life and there will only ever be a handful that I feel connected with more strongly.

Today was a time for letting go and there will be a time to move on. Tomorrow things will look different.

There was also time for music, which always changes my mood profoundly. There was time to feel at peace and content and right in this world.

There was time for appreciation. For that there always needs to be time. We need to make it.

My day has three hours left, only two of them I’ll see. The last I hope to be dreaming. Thinking back on today, which already feels as if it has been a very long day indeed with too many things happening, I find that it was a strange day.

Waking out of a strange dream to the sound of a chicken clucking and my phone’s alarm going off. I should’ve known then that it would not be a normal day. Never mind what qualifies for normal.

But I find that I have nothing to complain about. I don’t like to complain anyway, because I have a good life, but moaning every now and then is something I can’t always help avoiding.

I’m good. I am okay. I am fine. I am content.

I can sit for two minutes and do nothing, return to writing, because I am in a writing mood, quite terribly so, and continue following my thoughts.

A part of me wants to continue this, list everything that I made time for today, keep writing and gathering thoughts. But the other part thinks that maybe, just maybe, it is time to simply be now.

I hope this finds you well.


About 2clouds

I am many things, most of them I am 100%, some of them 150%, none of them just half. I write, I read, I dream, I travel. I question. And I'm always looking for answers. No dream is impossible.
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