It's Time

It can’t be the end of the world. It could be time for all sorts of things—tubs of ice cream, letting laundry stack up, listening to Staind’s “Everything Changes” on loop repeat (in fact, it was time for this last item—Pithy sang along—loudly), but the end of the world? This too shall pass. Pithy knows this to be true, except we would like to complete this sage wisdom with the epithet: “…like a kidney stone.”

“If we could stay here together, if we could conquer the world, if we could say that forever was more than just a word.” Problem is, forever does have meaning beyond its etymological parts—meaning that doesn’t always agree with what we pictured. Time marches on, and pretty soon you realize it’s marching right across your face. Generally we like change—when it happens years ago and we can be comfortable with the easy motion of the safe and secured. Change in real time? That depends…are you giving us a present?

Old proverbs can be irritatingly accurate, and the one about change being the only constant is no exception. It seems that every time we find the meaning of life, they change it--until we finally learn life is change—growth is optional. Pithy realizes that things are only recycled to make way for new life and potential. No one wants to be the fallen, rotting tree blocking the path, but you can’t help missing the solidarity of roots and establishment. Still, it’s stupid to sit stuck, just because you can’t see the table, or the book, or the home that is waiting on the tree. Change is ok, as long as it's in the right direction.

It’s time. It’s time for all sorts of things—a new month, a new year for Jerry ( :-O), new smiles, new steps to our updating futures—all sorts of things, but not the end of the world. So, Pithy takes the song off repeat and tries out the next track on the playlist…