El tiempo - Emociones y percepciones (Parte 1) [ESP-ENG] Time - Emotions and perceptions (Part 1)

Good Tuesday morning, friends of Holos & Lotus. I hope you are feeling great this morning, I am a bit mentally charged, and as this topic I am going to develop today is a bit long, I will try to face a part of my thoughts and reflections, to give place to a second part, maybe next week. I hope you agree, there is a lot to say about Time and I am afraid to go round in circles about my own reflections, let's say... I will end up biting my own tail.

When I think of time I am not referring to clocks, but to the place that the second hand used to occupy... that is to say, that small stretch of time, smaller stretch of time, make a larger period and in its passage, we see the inexorable of the past, of the future as well. I am not going to get detailed, I want to talk about my own perception, and not about assumptions or imaginary. You see, when I met the oldest sequoia in the country (it is a Millennial Larch called the 'Great Grandfather'), in Bariloche, I felt that the passage of time would be infinite, that the subject was simply there, and that no matter even what I think, whether I reflect on it or not, so much time has passed, that this tree has grown to its liking, to think only that it was already in this place 5,484 years ago expands my mind somehow.

These kinds of encounters in my present have left me with vague thoughts for a long time. So much like something that is so ancient, or so enduring in time, counterpolated to a beer warming in summer. The passage of time does as it pleases with us. Maybe you've seen some of these videos where a fruit is rotting, or changing its state. Maybe you have seen stagnant water evaporating as the days go by and depending on the weather. We see rivers rise and fall, we see the marks this leaves on surfaces. It could not happen otherwise that some mark is left on us with the passage and whatever we get from the weather, right? Because we are no exception and because even we, being temporary, leave our mark.

As a first idea to talk about time, I reflected on what we do with it, and not what it does with us, I will not meditate on whether time is or is not a tyrant with mortals, but rather, what we do, the good things we can promulgate and share. And above all, those teachings that come to us, and we decide to keep, and carry in our day to day, to make them grow in some way.

A few days ago I was talking with a friend about the good things we do for others, without thinking about what we get in return, and we ended the talk between mate and horizon, telling us that the best attitude we can have with the people we love, is to water them like a garden, even if it is not our turn to see it bloom. There is no greater sorrow and no greater pleasure. We have been benefited with the gift of giving, of being the ones who have the watering can and we expand with love our knowledge, our wisdom, perhaps... And we water the life of others, sharing from the experience or teaching, and perhaps the garden of others will bloom far from our sight. It will not even be our turn to be spectators of the happiness of others. Our part of the bargain is to water, to give, just for the love of giving. So time will pass in such a decisive way that we cannot spare ourselves the act of giving in case "that which does not last in our life".

What we give multiplies, replicates and continues to exist. It is like feeding the flame of another, this will never extinguish one's own flame. The passage of time will always be with a path towards an uncertain future where, with a little luck, we will pass in front of a garden that bloomed with a seed that we have planted, without ever forgetting, that one is a garden to water before any other.

I would like to talk so much more about the subject, that I decided to accompany it with some photos that trigger me to talk, old posters, people who are no longer here, the work that someone did and I contemplate today. The amount of people who have passed through the streets, knowing that we are the fruit of a society that has been built in a past. Where did we get what we are and preach today? Did we choose, or are we the product of a past? Will we also be the product of a future?

The past greets us while the sun of a new day rises through the window and invites us to be better. This idea that always comes back to me, the idea of being better than everyone. One does not compete with anyone, but with one's own past version. No matter how much they want to tell us otherwise, when you can be at ease with your own thoughts and experiences, you should not worry about anything else. What do I find myself with at this point? With how much emotions and the perception of it change, thanks to the passage of time. Because it is one thing to accept it, see it, understand it and recognize it in the physical things that surround us, or in the garden that blooms. But it is quite another thing to become friends with the idea that the change that is going on inside is just as valuable. An emotion that we had, that we thought we would never let go of, or even pains that we suspected "will never go away" dissipate. Like a black, dark smoke that once invaded the whole space, it slowly flies away and leaves us repeatedly, in a better dawn... where recognizing ourselves better, without some pain, or accepting some thought, makes us new to face the present.

Or maybe I'm just talking about more, and the time is not worth even thinking about... But I will keep doing it.

I send you a huge hug, community! Thank you for always being for me the place where I can deposit my deepest and most intense thoughts, even if sometimes I don't get anywhere, and I bite my tail.