One whole year. 12 months. 52 weeks. 365 days. 525,600 minutes. How do you measure a year? I had never thought to actually measure it, partially because I never had a tool that could give an honest, unbiased, and accurate reading. When you get down to it, the task is damn near impossible. I mean, how can you account for not only every second, but every MOMENT? Seconds are static in existence. They are our own creation and interpretation of the world. It is a predetermined length of time with a beginning, middle, and end. They affect nothing, and are affected by nothing. There are 525,600 of them in each year, and while than number is quite impressive, I am quick to realize and admit that the size of that number leaves no impression on me. Moments matter to me. They are the fingerprint of time, leaving unique marks upon our lives as the seconds slip by. Seconds amount to nothing more than a blank canvas waiting to accept the brilliance of a moment brushing against it, leaving behind a mark. Fluid at first, and then seeping down into and slowly drying onto its place in time. Everything and everyone needs something or someone to breathe life into it. Maybe, moments do that for time. I now am able to look back at the past year and truly measure it, not with time, but with how I used my time. The things I made from my time. How I spent it. Where I left it and the places I borrowed it from. With moments. Moments shared with a beautiful person that I am blessed to call my partner. My companion. She knows when to be a cheerleader and she knows when to be a coach. She knows what beer I like, even though I hate beer. She knows how I like my steak cooked, even though Im the one in the kitchen. She has learned things about me through deduction and observation that my clouded judgement had masked for months, allowing me to work on the dark side of my moon and maybe shine a little light on it. She knows how to make me happy. Make me smile. Make me laugh. She knows how to love me. And I with her. We know how to live our own lives and yet we know how to live together. Most of all, we know how to make moments together, and all of these moments culminated into what has been the best year of my life. Not because I did or didnt do the things I wanted to do, be it professionally or personally, but because for the first time in a long time, I spent a year making moments. Memories. Happiness. Love. Loretta, I love you. Most guys would say they want to do it all over again, but if I said that, it would be lie. I promised never to be a stereotype and to never be cliche, so lets do what we do and keep moving forward. Lets do it again, but with a blank canvas of time. Lets leave our old memories in the past to make room for new ones. Looking in the rear view mirror for extended periods is unnerving when you have precious cargo in the passenger seat. Heres to another year of light, life, and love. I promise you youll never be bored.
Posted on: Sun, 06 Apr 2014 00:27:45 +0000
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