Today was December 2nd

Aqueduct of Segovia built by the Romans during the 1st Century 

A blank space

An empty space

A completely open world left to the imagination as to what should be created

So again, therein lies the question

What should I write?

What should I share with you?

This week flew by
zoomed by?

went by too fast?

Use whatever expression or imagery you desire to connote the passage of time. One is no better than another as long as the connotation is understood. 

This week came and went as though I was standing beside the tracks of a train and watched it flash before my eyes as I forgot the thought I was thinking just before it came.

Something tells me I actually got on and it carried me somewhere but something else tells me that I simply stood there and watched it pass me by before I had the chance to get on.

Afterall, today was the second day of December.

Maybe I wrote that wrong or maybe you didn't read that right. 

Today is the second of December just like yesterday will be the second of December and tomorrow was the second of December.
But only for today.

Language is a funny thing when it tries to keep track of itself.
Time is a funny thing when it tries to keep itself on track.

December 2, 2015

12/2/15

Or in other parts of the world 2/12/15

Simple numbers lend themselves to complex thoughts that create open ended questions. 

What happened to history?
What happened to those people that built that aqueduct?
What happened to all that time spent building that cathedral?

Didn't I just arrive here?
Wasn't summer last weekend?
Didn't I just start college last week?
I graduated from high school yesterday, right?
Where did all that time go?

The passage of time is all too real as I find myself unsure of my relationship to it.

Am I watching it go by? Am I being carried by it? Am I going somewhere in particular? Is it simply a made-up concept that allows us to know when to go to school and when to leave from work?

"We only have x number of days left!"

When that statement is heard, there are three main camps that we find ourselves in:
1. "I can't wait to be home."

2. "Don't remind me."

3. "Yeah, that's true."

As for me, I constantly find myself moving from camp to camp depending on something or someone or whether or not I actually want to stop and think about it.

The first camp captures the essence of homesickness.

The second camp shows the anxiety we have towards the disappearance of time.

The third camp accepts that which is yet embodies a profound sense of anticipation.

Today was December 2nd.

We are fascinated by keeping track of the time and date, yet my question still comes down to what does the time and date keep track of?

Does it keep track of us?

of our Lives?

of Reality? 

No sé

Once we become aware of the passage of time, we can't help but feel a bit helpless.
Time constantly comes and goes but there's nothing we can do to stop it. Nothing at all.

So yes, I can't wait to be home but don't remind me because yeah, I know that's true.

The end is near.

This chapter.
This year.
This life here.

Though the end of this chapter is coming, it brings with it another one.

Another one that is still to be written

One that necessitates more lessons learned

Friendships formed

Life lived

Beauty observed

Again, I can't wait to be home

Afterall, it's Christmas time, it's the best time of the year

But, don't remind me

The passage of time is all too real and with it comes sad thoughts as we are left here watching the train pass us by

Yet, that's true

Life is full of beginnings and endings and Beauty is that which persists through it all

Today was December 2nd and what a glorious day it was.