Time

Wow - it's been way too long since I last posted something! For all those maybe waiting for the next part of Silence, unfortunately I have some bad news. It's become a project that I think I need to finish offline. It started out innocently enough, but has evolved into something that can't be finished off quickly! I will keep plodding along with it and hopefully one day soon, the complete version will be up. And when I say complete, I actually mean edited too! So in the meantime, I’ll keep posting ONE part short stories. Wish me luck and let’s hope that time doesn’t run away with me again. 

So here is something new and maybe a bit different …

Frozen, stagnant, still, not moving. Time carries on with days and months and years seeming to flow by at an urgent pace, like a river rushing to meet the ocean. But still nothing is changing; nothing is moving. The sun brings light and life as it arrives and then takes it away as it leaves. This is the only thing that doesn’t stay the same. Each dark night holds a new promise for the new light of day ahead. Are there new horizons waiting, is the promise kept? Everything is on repeat, like a scratched record not overcoming the damage. It skips and shouts out the same sound over and over again.
Stuck in a rut and seemingly no way out. Be grateful for what you have and for the security of familiarity. But how can someone be content if they are not happy? Something must die for something new to be born. Sacrifices must be made and what falls away is necessary collateral. Unfortunately it is not that simple. Fear always takes over. The dark side of the unknown overthrows any hope or new possibilities.
Take a deep breath, slowly inhaling new courage. Turn away from the dark that threatens to consume you and fall into the electrifying excitement of change. Time freezes and just as quickly shatters. The light is blinding and the gusts are hard to navigate, but concentration begins to reveal the future. A suffocating weight is released, a weight that had become part of a repetitive life. But all that has come to an end now. Fragments of the past float away like the ash of a dying fire. The air is cleared and all that is left is endless time for rebirth. All that is left is freedom.

By Ariane Dalton