It's time to move forward and blog about life's journeys, discoveries and my short stories I have always wrote.
I will always be Captain Imperefecto because I lead an imperfect life.
Damn this line is long. My feet hurt from my body weight being pulled down by gravity placing it firmly on my lower bone structure. It’s from standing in one place so long. I roll on the balls of my feet trying to displace the weight. To where? I have no idea.
Life’s a waiting game. Wait for your mail and that important letter or check to arrive. Waiting on a phone call that you tell yourself will never come but deep down you hope it will. Waiting for your favorite amusement ride so that maybe you can bring a little joy to your life, even if it’s for only for 30 seconds or more. Waiting for life to take hold and catapult you into the place you always hoped you would be once upon time that seems so long ago now.
The bitch of it all is that time waits for no one. So while I stand here in this line and patiently wait my turn I can only watch the hands of time tick away the minutes of my life that I”ll never get back. It’s a cruel fate that occurs everyday of our lives. And after the time has come and gone, wasted away, we spend a life time wishing for those minutes again.
Tick, tick, tick.
The sound haunts you like the clock that haunted Captain Hook in Peter Pan, as the crocodile that swallowed his time clock, stalks him everyday of his life.
Tick, tick, tick.
The minutes pass as I reminisce about the past, while I continue to waste more minutes in this line. I think how fast my boys are growing and how I wish they’d stay this age. But time will age them, while aging me faster. A cruel fate, but life moves on. I’m learning to love the time my sons want to spend with me. How they love laying on the couch, practically on top of me, as we watch a little television. Reciting the book Silly Sally verbatim because I have read it to them so much there is no need to turn a page. The time taking away their innocence with each passing second. The minute hand pushes forward as I take more time trying to shield them from the realities of life preserving what immaculateness they have left.
I need this line to move just a little bit so I can feel that I have accomplished something in the time that I have spent here, in this hell of a wait. The girl who is standing in front of me impatiently taps her foot and I count the times it touches the ground. Her 4 inch heels and pointed toe stilettos making the perfect ticking sound. 1,2,3,4...her time seems more valuable then mine. I feel as if my life is leaving me behind while I'm here at a stand still in front of those closed doors resting behind me.
The music playing above me in this stagnant line mingles with the ticking time in my head. It places me in a time that I remember fondly, when my family was together. The laughter and good times I can replay through the lyrics of the song. Freezing time.
"Beginin' to think that I'm wastin' time.And I don't understand the things I do.The world outside looks so unkind .I'm countin' on you to carry me through...
No matter what life hardships, trials and tribulations brings us, it's up to us to push through, by remembering the good times and reflecting on the bad. And when we make it through, we should be proud of the fact we fought off time and disaster to get where we are today.
...Give me the beat boys and free my soul. I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away...and when my mind is free. You know your melody can move me and when I'm feelin' blue. The guitars come through to soothe me..."
So let the time count on, I'll find my peace before moving on, and allow the weight of the world to find it's rightful place on the floor as it leaves my body behind. And forget this line as time ticks on, I'll waste no more waiting while life goes on.
Your lil ones are just so adorable! And they look like they are the same age.
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