The Endless Heartbeat

     Time itself is measured from the smallest fraction of a second to the endless period known as existence. There are a plethora of people out there much like myself who chose to measure time in moments. The day goes on as it always does, but instead of the monotonous "it took her 5 minutes to get back to the classroom", we think of it as, "by the time she got back, we laughed until our sides hurt, we joked about something absolutely irrelevant, and everyone was smiling white, toothy grins". Time is a funny thing that way. There are good moments, but there are also bad moments. People who measure time as I do tend to try to forget the less intriguing moments. They block them from their memories as if that moment in time was just an unnoticeable tear in their stockings. On the other hand, I consider myself one of the people who measure time in moments, but I have a different approach when it comes to the bad memories. Unlike some, I tend to remember bad memories for a long time. In fact, some of those bad moments have carried on to what I suppose will end up being remembered for the all of existence. My existence, I guess. Rather, I do exaggerate these subjects often.

     There are also frustrating things about time. One evident thing is that there never seems to be enough. Life would be so much more enjoyable if time slowed down, letting us catch up to it before it disappears to the other side of the hill. Imagine if generations could live exultant lives filled with a different kind of opulence. Then again, time can be one of those few beautiful things. It is like a heartbeat. Time goes in a steady pace and never stops. Of course, there are awful moments in time such as when a heart stops beating. One day, time's own heartbeat will stop, and I hope that before that day comes, people will stop hating each other so much. That is another frustration involving time. Human beings go on living their lives as if they have all the time in the world. They forget that each moment in time is important in its own way, shape, or form, so they abuse it by showing disgust towards other living creatures. Since I know that to be true, hatred must be the ultimate enemy of time. Perhaps, the heartbeat of time  will stop with an abundance of hate and frustration after all.
     I like to believe that time will never stop. Maybe I chose to believe this because of my fear of the unknown, or rather it is for the sake of not wanting it to stop. I like to believe that when this minuscule planet called Earth is no longer in the time period known as existence, another period of time called "forever" will still have a heartbeat. It's truly a remarkable thought; however, "forever" might just be a fake word created by another human being who is afraid. (If you do not understand the "fake word" reference, I wrote of fake words in my post entitled Perfection is a Myth Pt. 2.) Whether you wish to think about it or dream about it, I still like to hold to my belief that when our blue planet is no longer in existence, there will still be the stars and other galaxies- including those that we have not yet discovered or that we will never discover. If they are there, the time period of existence must still have a heartbeat, and surrounding existence must be the infinite time period of forever. For if Earth is not there, but other things still continue to exist in space, time would be just a foolish thought if it did not go on to the endless heartbeat called "forever".

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What I am currently reading: Nothing. In truth, I do not read books that much, for most of them do not have  vivid descriptions that captivate me.
In other news: On the side bar, I made a page you can click on that has links to each part of "The Understudy". When it is finally complete, I will put a link to the entire story so you can read it in full if you choose to.
Think about it: "Great mind discuss ideas. Average minds discuss events. Small minds discuss people." ~Eleanor Roosevelt. My second blog: Strawberry Lemonade