An Open Letter to Time

Dear Time,

I hate you! You are not real. You are only an illusion and I know it. No great mystery, either, because we all know that you are not real.

Time does not exist.

Remember when my darling was so sick that he couldn't even lift his head off the pillow? Where were you then? We could have used a lot more time during those sad days.

Where were you the night he died? We didn't even get to say “Goodbye”. I will never forgive you, Time. You are such an unscrupulous thief. Not only did you steal the love of my life but you stole my happiness, too.

Remember back a few years to the era when my beloved first received his fatal diagnosis? In a heartbeat you were nowhere to be found, Time. If you had shown your decrepit face perhaps we might have stretched you a bit? Just enough to enable a transplant to become available. But, no! Again you were not there. Nowhere. Never real.

And so I will exist in a timeless duality where your ravaging tricks will never hurt me again. In fact, I'm there right now. It's both a journey and a destination. The path is called Love. Love is all there is.

Love is real. Love is eternal. If you want to recognize the true nature of existence, just know that it is Love and is never measured by the pathetic grasp of Time.

The concept of time was invented by primitive men in order to count days. The reality of love was gifted by a benevolent creator in order to show that joy is immeasurable.

So, goodbye useless Time. Please leave quietly by the backdoor.

Sincerely,

Love Beyond Stars