Chasing Muses (#Wattys 2016)

Dear Time

Even though my work never seems to end - new projects popping up every other day and the deadlines always guests on short notice - I realise that at this very moment the thing I am inclined to do most is read something interesting or sit down and write something? And that's when I ask Time, "What's with your funny way of inspiring me to do something else when work comes first?"

Somehow it struck me that I was being selfish and mean here... Time is bombarded with all those other complaints throughout the day. Was there ever a time when Time could actually sit down and have a cup of coffee, listening to someone else's complaints, I wonder. Perhaps it grew tired listening to the same old same old?

The frustration of playing the one role again and again got to Time, I believe Time is now just running... running away from all those who are only interested in complaining and little else. Maybe the one who has the most reasons to complain and let it all out might be Time itself?

Maybe the reason Time still continues to run is that it might be searching for that special someone who will sit down over a cup of coffee and for a change be the one patiently listening and consoling... as Time is finally able to let it all out. I think more than anything else Time wants to hear its own voice - having long forgotten the sound of it; to feel what it feels like expressing; to have those few moments where it can catch a breath, smile and rejoice in that there's someone there listening and not complaining? The time when Time will not feel like running away? Not feeling alone; having someone to make memories with.

So many eons it has seen people around it making all these memories yet with all the years passing I think it may wonder if it ever made a memory with anyone? Certainly Time never mentioned its hardships and heartbreaks to me. I wonder if it ever got the chance to do that with someone else...

So... what was once a thought about complaining to Time has now blossomed to moments where the only thing in my mind is Time?

Maybe this is my way of wanting to make a memory with Time. Hopefully, it was able to hear my voice; an invitation from my side to come right down and have a cup of coffee with me some day. Perhaps it's all in my head but... I think I would enjoy that conversation Time if that ever happens.

Who knows anything is possible right???