Take Your Time

Take your time, she said. But I had taken my time; all 10 nanoseconds of it, as I realised just what I wanted and how much.

Don’t rush, she said. But I wasn’t. I was just succumbing to the rush I felt as I closed my eyes and heard my blood sloshing against my tympani and felt my heart knocking my tonsils out.

Control, she said. But I had added an alt+del to it to complete my reboot. I was reborn and rejuvenated, and control was the last thing I was worried about.

So much thought goes into decisions of the heart. But then, isn’t that an oxymoron? Thought and heart? But then mortals will err and follow their head in relationships and their heart in business. Thus they end up broke; heart-wise and bank balance-wise. Not very wise.

Business sense and bank balances do not belong in these pages and will be summarily cast out from this rumination without further ado. Adieu. Aa-doo. I do. Sorry, got stuck with the sound there.

Relationships and Heartbreak: now that’s a pair that could have had the pride of place on Wordscapes. Unfortunately, that position is already taken up by Existential Angst. But in line with the new laughter theme, we shall keep things light. Put your hands together for the more light-hearted but nevertheless thought-provoking couple; caution and impulse.

Statutory Declaration: By the way, this is not a battle of the sexes and does not cast aspersions of paranoid caution at women and dizzy recklessness at men. The example above merely happens to apportion behaviour thataways.

So, coming back to our stars, caution and impulse…

When it comes to the heart, when you’re feeling full of life and happy to the hilt, when you’re gulping air greedily to make up for all the breathlessness; what holds sway, caution or impulse? How many words will it take to say what you feel and how many thoughts will it take to rationalise the madness that fills you? What schedule seems sensible to say this and do that, and what calendar do you follow to allow yourself confessions of your all new state of being?

When will you just stop thinking and start feeling, and admit that nothing else is going to work?

It’s true. Nothing else works. Let the naysayers say nay while they can, because if they are lucky, they too will have the breath knocked out of them by the ton of bricks that is called ‘the moment of truth’. And that will be the end of all thought; because there really is no point rationalising with a ton of bricks. Falling. Fast. And ducking doesn’t help.

Give in… feel. On your last day on earth, you’d rather have had a big life full of love (and inevitable heartbreaks) rather than a long life full of caution (and inevitable numb nothingness). Let go, and you just might find that one love that doesn’t break your heart at the end of the road. But paranoid caution is sure to doom you to celibacy, or worse, loveless wedlock. (Wed Lock… Jeez! That’s a scary word! Why would they do that!)
But yes… do take your time before you leap… all 10 nanoseconds of it!
Cogito Ergo Risotto