the all-encompassing time

Trying to wrap my head around the complexities of life right now, and all I can do is smile. Smile at the way that things fall together, the surprises life throws at you. It really doesn't make sense to me how the chaos of today builds the very structure of tomorrow.

With time, someone I used to talk to every day has become a distant stranger, the ache in my heart from a goodbye has dulled, and I have met people and cared for people I didn't ever imagine meeting. The thing is, that if it had been up to me, if I could have chosen upon first instinct, I probably wouldn't have chosen the way that it went. Without being able to see the beauty that would be created from the wreckage of heartache, the throb of depression, the struggle to find myself, I likely would have chosen to stay where I was. I would have settled by making that choice, without even realizing it. But, thankfully, time ushered me on.

And I suppose that's the beauty of time, that you cannot see into it, and the way it forces us further into the journey of life. Time is the distance between who you are and who you want to be; the distance between who you were and who you have become. Did you use it wisely?

Time can heal old wounds, it can allow your heart to mend. It allows you a new slate, one provided every 24 hours, fresh with possibility. Time can also hurt those hours that are neglected, those moments of silence that you can't ever take back. Because time is a mirror of the heart. The things we dedicate our time to hold value to us, whether that be our studies, our work, our friends, or our family. Ultimately, we all know that time is fleeting; and therefore, it shouldn't be wasted.

We know that, we're told that. But do we really recognize the weight that comes with those words? Do we actually realize that we are responsible for the way we spend our time?

For the longest time, I was haunted by the way that loved ones can become strangers in almost the blink of an eye. It is haunting, how someone who used to be the first person you told things to can become someone you haven't talked to in a year. But that's only part of the story. You see, what can also happen in the blink of an eye is that strangers can become loved ones. And I think we forget the potential in that.

Humans are creatures of habit. We find our group, our friends, and we hardly ever branch out from them. And that's okay, we can't be friends with everyone. But, the potential that strangers carry is the potential for being shaped, the potential to be influenced, to be inspired. I know that oftentimes, I lose sight of the fact that the person in line with me at Starbucks is a person, just like myself, with struggles of their own, very similar to mine. And maybe a few shared sentences doesn't seem like much, but the fun in it is that there's genuinely nothing to lose, but everything to gain.

You never know what could spark from a smile, from a hushed joke or a laugh with a stranger. At the very least, it could make their day. At the most, it could change your life.

I think about the way I met one of my very best friends and how we were in line as freshmen here at Clemson. I can still remember every detail of the conversation. It was so simple in nature, small talk about what we expected from our year. If you had told me that friend would be the friend who would change my view on so many things, who would challenge me and believe in me when I didn't have the strength to do so myself, I would have been taken aback. But she was. And it all started with a little small talk. I wonder every now and then if that would be the case if we had never exchanged glances, smiled, and said "hi".

My mind also wanders to this sweet boy I recently met. How just a little conversation has sparked something that has so much potential. Something that I want to believe in, that I hope for. I think about how both of these people and I have discussed, between laughs, how far we have come from those first moments.

I know that through the ebb and flow of life, the hellos we at one time giggle about can become the hellos we shed a tear over. Because sometimes, they come with goodbyes. Or "see ya laters." But is that any reason to avoid the joy of the hello? Sure, it sucks, that gut-wrenching ache you feel when you begin the journey of letting go, but would you really trade the whole experience just to avoid the pain?

The way I see it, things happen for us at certain times because they're what we needed at that moment. Whether it be a relationship, a goodbye, or time alone. These events mold us into the people that we are. They are the stepping stones that lead to who we want to be. The hellos give us hope. The goodbyes force us to be strong. The time alone is to help us grow. And time encompasses all of these things.

I suppose the main thing I was trying to say was that time is beautiful, and complex, and scary, and yet so wonderful. It's also fleeting, but it's in our hands. It ushers us along when we need the assistance, but for the most part, we choose how we spend our time. We can spend it avoiding hellos for fear of the goodbyes that may or may not follow, we can spend it running from a goodbye for fear of the necessary hellos that will follow, or we can cherish both and trust the beautiful journey and how it will mold us. Time is the distance between who we are and who we want to be. Are we using it wisely?

"Come with me to the mountains"

"Will you come with me to the mountains? It will hurt at first, until your feet are hardened. Reality is harsh to the feet of shadows. But will you come?"

     -C.S. Lewis, The Great Divorce

Frustration, confusion. You have come to a fork in the road and you're considering which path it is you should choose to take.  The path to the right is most definitely scaling up the mountain, there is no doubt. It is jagged and rocky, steep and by no means appealing. To the left; on the contrary, is a path that appears to be scaling up the mountain, a much less treacherous and steep hike; it looks almost enjoyable, by no means rocky or dangerous. You hardly falter in your decision, as you grab your things and pace towards the left. But, almost out of nowhere, a lean young man calls after you, from the path to the right. His smile is genuine, inviting. "Will you come with me to the mountains?" He asks gently.

You are so perplexed by this stranger who seems to be so interested in your company, "I am going to the mountains, but I am going by this path, it seems much more pleasurable."

Your words paint a small frown across his face, "I assure you, that path may be more enjoyable along the way, but the view of this one, the destination is far more rewarding. Sure, it is jagged and rocky and steep; it will hurt at first, but eventually your feet will become hardened. That path is deceitful, it appears to bring you up to the top of the mountains, but it really only brings you further away."

His words confuse you even more, "Have you walked the jagged path before?"

The stranger nods his head gently, "Many times. Will you come?"

"Have you walked the other path before?" You fold your arms across your chest.

Slowly, he shakes his head, "I have invited many of my brothers and sisters to walk with me along this path instead, but many have chosen to take that one. I have never seen them at the top."

"Do you know where it leads to, if not the top?"

Remorse covers the strangers face, "Continually, they walk along the path, unwounded, yet so bounded in suffering. My path is always accessible along their way, but they hope in their path, they convince themselves that eventually they will reach the top, and then it will be worth it; surely my path must end in death. But it is quite the contrary, and they realize this all too late."

Anger fills your veins, "If you know this path ends in death, why don't you save them rather than just inviting them and watching them waltz into their death?!"

He is patient, "I have saved them, I have given them the option to take this path. I came and I made a way to the top of the mountain. Before, they could only take the other path."

You soak in his words, trying to understand, "I can't fully understand," you grumble.

He grins easily, "And you won't. You just have to believe that what I say is true. Will you come with me to the mountains?"

You sigh and look back at the easy path, "I think I would rather enjoy my walk to my ruin than hike up an exhausting and dangerous path to a better destination. I mean, I will most definitely fall and be injured on your path."

He nods, "No doubt, you will fall. Many times along my path, you will fall. But I will be with you each time that you do, and before you know it, your feet will harden and you will become stronger. You will have to persevere, but then you will find yourself in paradise."

Slowly, you stutter, "Well I will be lonely on the other path..."

"Will you come?" He holds out his hand.

You falter, wondering who this man really is; a stranger who could easily be deceiving you. But you walk towards him, leaving behind your things and you embark on the jagged path. At first, the path is not too bad, you excitedly walk beside your new friend, wanting to know all about him, how to be like him. But soon, the jagged rocks pierce your feet and you want to turn back. Through your tears, you cling to his hand and he guides you. He takes you to a nearby pool of water, he washes your wounded feet and your scabbed hands from your many falls. Your salty tears run down your face and he looks at you consolingly, "I have been wounded, too. To make this path, I was wounded for you." He holds out his hands for you to see.

You place your fingers in his scars and you wince for him, "I didn't deserve for you to do that. I doubt you, still, all too often. I think you have lied to me and I have wanted to turn back."

He shakes his head, "And you again will doubt. But no matter how many times you do, I have made a way and I delight in leading you to the mountaintops, in your company."

Your heart swells up in his kindness, in his love. You promise yourself you will persevere harder, for him, you will endure the rocky path. But the next time you trip, the blood pours from your knee and you cry in anger to him, "If you love me so much, why do you watch me suffer?"

He cries with you, "Reality is harsh to the feet of shadows, but still, will you come with me?"

You walk away from the path to a pool of water, in disgust, you wash your wound yourself, but it swells and it burns, "I will walk alone."And for a few days and nights, you do. But you trip, you stumble. He tries to near you, but stubbornly you tell him you don't need his help. It is not long before you realize that without him, the path is not as fulfilling; that you hurt more, and your mere attempts to clean out your wounds are in vain. You curl up on the ground and you bring yourself low, "I was wrong, so terribly wrong. This hike is nothing if you are not with me."

He wraps you up, he pieces your cuts together, he holds you in his arms, "I was always with you. I never left."

Through tears, you correct yourself, "This hike is nothing if it is not for you. In return. For your love. I don't deserve you."

"And yet you always have me," he smiles at you.

You sit up, strengthened by him being with you, "Will you come to the mountains with me? My feet are still sore, but they will become hardened. I walk in the shadows still, but will you come?"

The faces.

Faces surround me,
Blurs in the distance.
And if I look at them for too long
I second guess my next paces.
I trip, I fall.

Now I have a wounded knee,
The blood quickly appears, it glistens.
I push myself up, I know I'm strong,
I look away from those faces.
Why did I look to them at all?

I look ahead with the knowledge I'm free,
Those faces are not-- they're blocked in by fences.
They shake their heads and say I'm wrong
But who are they? Have they been to the places,
Those places, so well, I can recall?

If they had, maybe then they'd see,
Maybe they'd shed their obstructed lenses
And realize that their criticisms don't belong.
Mistake after mistake, He always effaces.
While I desperately try to fulfill my call...

I will pay no attention to the faces.