Balding Time

Are you disturbed how time can vanish, without trace, without warning? Time - despite your calendar and watch - can indeed be relative. Your mind may be free of distractions...for now. But the soon they will return to conspire against you. Soon time will slip by. It will appear repressive - demise looming large over all else. You ask, "What if I can't accomplish A or B or C, before its time to go?" And one day, you wake up to see the hair shed from your skull - soon it will be gone. Anxiety rises. Soon atavism and optimism are one in the same for the one who asks, "Can't I go back?" Uh-uh, there's no reset button to be found. No hope can be found in the past or the future. "Then how can I reverse course?" You have to go with the current, paddle along without peering back at the mounting wreckage of regret. "But what if the future is worse - what if I am doomed." You are doomed if you believe that. You are doomed if you let time-in-the-abstract obliterate the present. You are doomed if you believe in destiny alone; and that you are its helpless pawn. The day you wake up with a larger bald spot and wrinkles - smile, there's nothing you can do but smile and move on.