I Want My Two Cents Back.

I like looking at time-lapse photography for the same reason I like reading books and watching movies. Everything happens faster. It really takes a lot of patience to appreciate the things in life that are beautiful as they are happening. This is how I know that God is so much bigger than all of us. It takes a greater understanding of life to be more in awe of a flower as it is blooming, or a sun as it is rising, soaking up all the hours, minutes, seconds and parts therof given it. That's another reason: These things don't just take their time. They take ours as well.

Seconds and minutes are our currency. Where will we spend them? We are only paid once.

This sun is rising, as it has since time began. That's what time is, after all. It's the room with all the frames. Time is the space given for all the pretty things to hang as they pass through, spread out yellow and orange on my skin. I hope it covers every centemeter, and I hope I'm on my last breath when it finally takes me.

I'm in church right now, on the far end of 대구 from my home, after breakfast with a good friend that I have missed so much, and a connection over and over with the people who love the same things I do. Things that exist outside of books and TV and the occasional sunrise to which we only pay a half-attention. You never see the things that are not given their proper space. I think I can almost see it burning through this insignificant window in an insignificant building insignificant country, tiny world. What more could I say about the eyes that gaze upon it as my friends prepare to spread themselves out in this place?

Everything orange and yellow. My heart is beating slower.

Was my life a waste up until this point, or did I never really stop? Can I see it? Will there be time left after I have spent it wrongfully for so long?

today, it seems as though all my questions are nothing more than a hole in my pocket, leaking spare change as I walk.