Time

People will say it's one time in one place, and another in another. But in all reality, it's not. It's the same time everywhere. A six o'clock is another one's four, yet both occur at the same moment. Both are in fact the same time. It is we who have given a name to the moments of the day, only to part the world away in saying that neither happen twice. Your six is not my six, your twelve is not my twelve. Yet my five may very well be your eight. Would you care to explain? No. It does not need it. For time is in fact, I think, at most times, irrelevant, at least where time keeping is concerned. Can you measure the time it takes for someone to realize something, or how long until someone's mind clicks together the pieces. No. You could try, but you know not. You don't know how long it takes, because no ones time is the same. The time you spend is not the same for others, for while you spend a sunrise with them, have they spent the day? The mind is a curious thing in it's wanderings, thought, and dream, though all at once in one time, can make their time, fly by, and others trail along beside them, yet not having once actually done something with their time. Imagine walking slowly with others, each one of you has a stick that's trailing along the ground as you walk slowly. Say that one person, begins to swirl their stick and make a beautiful design, yet all the while remaining in conversation with the rest. Who have simply let theirs drag. You have observed her, yet others have not, but even though it was not you that made the design, you did not waste your moment. You watched another's, and you in a moment partook in their world. For if you live just your life, you won't be joining in any others. And how sad is that. The world is full of leaders and followers, creators and observers. Speakers, inventors, and many, many others. Yet those that we do not observe, they are often the special ones. They are the ones who usher others, to follow their pursuits and dreams, they themselves have partaken in part of the others pursuits, even though it wasn't theirs. They lived not just their life, but they also lived in others. Those who help along the stars, and the ones who's name history remembers, they are the ones who keep the world along. They keep it moving because they know, they know that those who have the abilities or intelligence, are often times far to stupid to realize it. Because if you have done the same thing for as long as you can remember, there will still be someone who has never heard you, or seen you, or known you, and then when they do they marvel, they will marvel at the things that you consider quite ordinary, because to them it's not. To them it is new, and it is fresh and wonderful, and full of new ideas. For after all, they are not you. And in the end, are not all new ideas inspired from the old.