Dear Time…

Once more a task to be completed. This is an open letter. In my case to my dear, precious time. I hope you enjoy! Leave me your experiences with time in the comments! I´m looking forward to hearing them! But now, let´s write…

dear time

My dear Time,

I know you maybe have been expecting this, since I have been more distant, more busy to pay attention to you. But it´s time to talk. So here we go.

I know, you and me, we don´t have the best relationship. I know you´re aware of that, too. I really do try to make things better, but it doesn´t seem to work much. Well, yes, a little bit and it´s getting better, but still.. You know what I mean, right?

When I´m stuck in a beautiful dream, you knock on the door and tell me it´s time to get up. Then I get up and get ready, eat. That´s when you hurry me to eat faster or otherwise I´ll miss the train. Yes, your kind thoughts are appreciated…not really. Sorry to be so honest to you, but some things just need to be said. It can´t go on like this.

Moving on. After I´ve catched the train at the last second, you suddenly realize how much you´ve been pushing me.
The train ride takes forever and the morning drags on, sloooowwwwwlllllyyyy…. At midday you find, you´ve been to easy on me and you make me run to that juice bar and ditch the restaurant. After you´ve noticed that I´m unhappy at how fast you are, you unwind and the early afternoon drags on once more. Only to end in you speeding things up again, making it impossible to get things done. When at the end of the day I find myself in bed, way too late, I think about you knocking once more on my door tomorrow, way to early in the morning.

Do you see? You´re doing it the right way wrong. It just has to stop.
Don´t you see how unhappy I am with your choices?! If you´d only turn everything around. Make early mornings longer. Then speed things up and unwind them in the afternoon.

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It´s not only the way you like to play with the speed and slow-motion button. You never give me anything of you. To relax, to breathe, to think about our future. If you´d give me that gift. If you´d give me you, I know I could learn to love you. We could think together what we want to do. We could dream together about our future. We could paint pictures of us. We would have everything. Trust me, that´s what we really need to keep our relationship alive.

Your obsession with the slow-motion and speed button, we can work on that. I´ll show you how it´s best for me. And together we can try to find the pause button. To freeze beautiful moments. Imagine that. How happy I´d be.
But that´s not the worst thing. I can live with that. If only you´d give me more of you, those moments, just us together, dreaming up things, projects for you and me. That´s what we need. That´s what I need.

Please consider this. Think about it and let me know. Or show me, by knocking a little later and more gently on my door in the mornings. We can solve this together!

Tryin´ to love you!

xolittlesunshine2

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I am a nature-loving, reading and writing sport-freak with a passion for traveling, foreign countries and history. Besides that I love to listen to music, sing along, paint, sketch, draw, photograph literally anything and everything, talk a lot, laugh more, inspire people and enjoy life one day at a time.

3 thoughts on “Dear Time…

  1. “If you´d give me you, I know I could learn to love you” whoa what a simple yet so true statement! You have captured the relationship with time perfectly! A really great read. And if that is your actual writing in your pictures, I am very jealous! Its so neat and pretty!

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