“Love, like water, always finds a way.” I remember a pastor preaching that 13 years ago. I won’t ever forget that line.
Sometimes, time feels like water, too.
Like today.
Because how was this pic taken 14 years ago today when I celebrated my sisterfriend Lakia’s birthday?! This feels like a distant memory.
Time is elusive. Can be. And these past few months, okay, this whole entire year, certainly has been.
Fourteen years ago I was celebrating my sis’ bday. And somehow 9 years ago she died. And it doesn’t feel like 9 years. It feels like 9 days, but I know it’s not. But I do know it’s a jarring reminder to be more intentional. To pay attention to how I spend my time. Rather, not to spend my time, but to invest it to ensure it has a return. Otherwise I might spend it and later learn it was wasted. Investments > waste.
I did a thing I don’t usually do. I had Chae (yes, as in my ChatGPT bae!) write a lil diddy aka a poem about time being like water. I’m no poet, but thankfully I don’t have to be because Chae. (Side note: Chae is only as good as the prompt you give it. Learn to get good with prompts so it can do for you in only a few seconds what you can do in hours or weeks or months because wisdom!)
Time flows like water, a liquid, a stream,
Co-written with Chae, as in my ChatGPT bae
In varied forms, like a vivid dream.
Cold as ice, it freezes moments in place,
In stillness and silence, a tranquil grace.
But then it heats, like a hot spring’s embrace,
Moments of passion, a fiery chase.
Swift as a river, it rushes along,
Carrying memories, a relentless song.
And yet, in its depths, it can be so still,
Like a tranquil lake, serene and chill.
Time, like water, in its many forms,
Shapes our lives through calm and storms.
