The Passing of Time

All of the sudden I am aware of the passing of time.
Like how long a tear takes to form in your eye,  then fall down your face.
How long it takes to get in a car, and drive.
How long it takes to pray.
I am all of the sudden aware of how old I am.
Like how long nineteen years is.
How short nineteen years really is.
How short one week is in the scale of things.

I realize that it does not take long to stop breathing.
For hearts to stop.
I realize that it takes a very long time to train to win the gold in the olympics.
How short the olympics are in the scale of things.
That winning is short.
And that losing is everything.

All of the sudden I am aware of the passing of life.
I am aware that life passes away,
slips through our fingers like sands in an hour glass.
I am aware of that.
I am aware that you can not choose how many days
how many hours
how many minutes and seconds you have to live.

I realize that sometimes you do not go home.
I realize that sometimes you have to say goodbye.
I realize that.
I realize that it takes one second for a smile to disappear.
And it takes days for it to return.
I realize that.

I am suddenly aware of Luck.
Or Coincidences.
Or Miracles.
And I don't care which it is because I am grateful for all three.
I am aware of this.

On Tuesday July 31st 2012 it was hard.
It was hard to type.
But just minutes after I tried,
He died.
And then it was harder.
I realize this.
I am ashamed of this.

But being aware of this passing of time,
I know that time runs out here,
and I cannot wait to get There,
where time is infinite,
and where We are infinite.
I am aware of this.

I am suddenly aware that heros never die.