Five-Hundred Word Challenge 831: Beckons the Day

Morning beckons the day and the morning shifts into the afternoon which shifts to the evening. A shifting of light and colour and appearance marks different forms of expressing emotion and it all comes and goes. The light rises, the darkness descends and the passing of the time is marked and monitored for each passing in various quantities, and that is the way that it is and that is the way that it shall forever be, until forever no longer is and then something else comes to replace it with something else. That is the way of things.

However, perhaps there is a cycle of which needs to be broken out of and things need to be reversed in order to truly experience what it is that the world is trying to tell us about everything. Maybe that is indeed the truth of the matter and the matter of the fact is that we’re going on about it all the wrong way and in order to find out what it is that truly matters we need to start looking at things in a different manner and from a different angle. Perhaps when the light is revealed as something else, as is the darkness, then we will understand what it is that we are trying to measure and work out and enable and disable and re-frame and contextualise.

Then again, maybe not. Maybe this is all a foolish endeavour and we really should get on with things and watch the clouds as they form and dissipate and drift across an eternal sky, sometimes providing the earth with gifts and sometimes not doing anything of the sort.

Sometimes it is easier to watch the days drift on by and assume that time passes with them also, as it does and that time never returns, but it can remain in memory. It is easy to consider this a waste of time, but sometimes that is what needs to be done and the only people who can truly consider it a waste are those that have a vested interest in how that time is spent. Outside of that it is for no one else.

Sometimes it is better to not spend the time measuring time and instead doing things that may be considered more productive than doing very little. That is something else that needs to be considered from time to time, but of course as it all passes on by the wind carries debris of some sort into the air and scatters it and as it is scattered it falls upon the earth. The grass and other forms of vegetation sway, animals respond and we relax in idyllic field and stare out into our own sought-after nothingness. It remains something that is present and can be perceived when we tune out, but we still do not see it and continue to seek it, but the days keep on passing and the earth keeps on turning, and we daydream throughout the calm, quiet afternoons.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 6:04:35

I think I was trying to be… I don’t know. Maybe really dramatic. Not sure.

Written at home.

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