time

Fascinated by every grain of sand that falls in an hourglass...I ponder as to how significant each one is... Sometimes it feels as if the sheer quantity of sand in that container is enough to make a grain feel unimportant... I soon realize that every time a grain falls it represents part of the whole and that precious moment can never be taken away... The same picture comes to mind when you stack dominoes standing one in front of the other... if you take a piece out one can never make the whole set fall down... The connectedness of the string of events is crucial to viewing the whole... The part becomes the whole and the whole becomes the part... I say this now because much as people would want to change certain things in their lives... they will soon realize that in an effort to do so will affect everything else in their life... When one wishes to put things in their right places... certainly changes the order of how beautiful things have already been laid out... If this were true... then perhaps one has to merely wait for the right grain of sand to fall... And in that proper time... everything is perfect...