“ It seems so strange to me that the present is a mesh of circumstance and often half-baked decisions. It is easier to stand in the present and see everything around as mostly chance. If you stand still in one place, nothing stops. The earth keeps moving, the swarm of people move around you, and whether you like it or not, time just keeps on moving. You can look at life with an artistic eye and cull from it themes and images, but the randomness of everything doesn’t inspire in me a sense of wonder, not all by itself anyway.
However, once the day passes and becomes the past, once the present slips away, it instantly becomes art to me. Themes become apparent. The simplest words or actions take on deeper meaning. I guess once it is written, it becomes a story. I think the reason I was so drawn to the past is that it seemed to me to be more tangible than the present, certainly more so than the future. It was writing for SongOtheDay that made me realize that the past is as transitory as anything.
However, once the day passes and becomes the past, once the present slips away, it instantly becomes art to me. Themes become apparent. The simplest words or actions take on deeper meaning. I guess once it is written, it becomes a story. I think the reason I was so drawn to the past is that it seemed to me to be more tangible than the present, certainly more so than the future. It was writing for SongOtheDay that made me realize that the past is as transitory as anything.
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Chris Early
From his excellent, Christmas Eve, Song o the Day post.
