In Which I Solve A Mystery (or something like that)

Life. 

I often wonder where the past days I have lived have escaped to. 

I wish I could just grab a piece of real Time, hold it in my hand, examine it. 

Control it. 

Time can't be controlled. It won't listen to me. I can't tell it to stop. 

But the one thing I can control (in fact, one of the only things I have leave to have full control over) is myself. Time is not the culprit when it slips past.

Every moment of Time waisted is my fault. 

Yes me.

I am the one who takes it out and uses it for things it does not need to be used for.  

I am the one who throws away valuable moments at the rate of sixty seconds per minuet. 

I am the culprit.

Mystery solved. 

I may not be able to stop time, but I can stop myself. 

Stop myself from waisting the Time God has given to me. 

And I can stop myself from missing a moment of Time.

Watching Time (even when it is speeding past) is one of the sublimest (can that be a word?) pleasures I know. 

To stop everything; to focus on a single moment. 

There is something special about that. 

I think that is what I love about photography.

I can stop myself in a moment in Time. 

Look at it over and over again. 

That is one of the reasons I am a photographer. 

Now that I really think about it. 

Stop myself to watch Time.

 Even though I can't control the seconds, minutes, and hours of the day, I can stop and watch Time in all its glory, in the form of thousands of pixels weaved together to make one moment.

One moment. 

Held forever. 

*****

~Mackenzie Hope~