Some places never let you leave.
Those places that were the scene of pleasant moments may be treasured forever in your mind.
Those are the places that the mind holds dear, and allows you to revisit again at will.
Places like that become part of an equations:
Time + Place/People/Actions = Memories, either good or bad.
It is a formula that can only be used once.
It is a formula that can never be repeated.
You can go to the same place, with the same people, and do the same actions, but it will never be quite the same.
It is the ingredient of that particular time that will always be missing.
Fellow blogger Dawn wrote yesterday: "Where did the time go?"
And I thought:
Time became memories and the memories became pictures that somehow folded up so neatly that they all could be stored in one's mind. Time became history, and each moment has been exactingly saved for us to see again at a seat of judgement in heaven.
Time for me becomes images that I capture via my camera, my words, my writings and occasionally my brush strokes, to be enjoyed again, and shared with others.
My question is not where did time go, but where did time come from?
Why have I been given fifty three years of time, yet others had but three hours, or four months, or twenty one years of time?
Why did some particles of time arrive with parcels of pleasure, while other passages brought injury and sorry?
I wonder why I consider time at all, knowing I am an eternal being.
Yet I number my days, and hope that the days will prove to be time well spent and pleasing to the One who gave them.