Personal Narrative: The Progression Of Time

With the first month of the New Year slowly fading, the time is passing with a swiftness that is both anticipated and undesired. The past year’s triumphs and blessings were received with gratitude, but oftentimes shaded with drab shadows that hang over my existence. At times, I wallowed in its sweet anguish like a pig left to wallow in its own feces, and sunk further into self-examination. Too often, I passed the weeks under a dark cloud, wondering if or when the golden light of the sun might make its way back onto the landscape. I do not pretend to be rid of the darkness; I am not able. I let it consume and dictate my thoughts. Hours of putting my obscurity into word form helped my mind, (somewhat) cope with the ache of another year passing… Throughout life, I have come to accept that I am prone to the …show more content…
My heart and mind is in a constant state of fluctuation and confusion, but with clarifying thoughts that lend a lucid approach to the “management” of existence. The progression of time, often sends me spinning into a dream of reflection, worrying a colorful image of an unchangeable past, an ominous blurry vision of the present and an intimidating shade of the future, all intricately compiled into a single thought… a lifetime. I keep telling myself that this year I will do better- this year I will finish the books I start- this year… I am trying to welcome each rising sun, each falling night, and the completion of every year, though its difficulty has proven quite hard at