Tempus Fugit -time flies ...A little poem/musings I had when wrestling with time . Feeling pressured to finish a bunch of creative projects . Yet having an inner knowing that I can't rush the process and over half the work is being done . When it appears like I'm doing nothing . Yet the internal dilemma and dialogue had a totally different opinion on what productivity should " look like ".
Tempus fugit – time flies. Indeed, it does, especially when you're an artist trying to create something meaningful, something that will leave an indelible mark on the world at best. Or at the very least create a spark that inspires another soul .
Before the brush meets the canvas, before the pen hits the paper, before the fingers strike the piano keys, there's a period of contemplation, a time of thinking, a moment of creation in the mind.
This process may be instantaneous for some, a mere blink of an eye, a flash of divine inspiration.
For others, it may take years, a slow, gradual process of careful thought and consideration.
It's a dance between the heart and the mind, a delicate balancing act of creative instinct and intellectual insight.
In this period of creation, time is both a friend and a foe. It is a friend because it allows you to explore, to delve deep into your thoughts and emotions, to seek inspiration from the world around you. It gives you the chance to learn, to grow, to evolve as an artist.
But time is also a foe. It is relentless, unforgiving. It waits for no one. It puts pressure on you, makes you question yourself. It brings doubt, anxiety, fear. It reminds you of your own mortality, of the fleeting nature of life.
Time flies when we are having fun, yet seems to drag on like cold molasses when when we are uncomfortable.
So how do we make peace with time in those places where we wish we could fast forward to the good parts ?
Yet, in the end, time is necessary. It is part of the process, part of the journey. It is what makes the creation meaningful, what gives it value. Without time, there would be no growth, no evolution, no change. There would be no measurable seasons, cycles , no life , no art.
Take time with the ones you love . Savour the little moments, make your life a living ceremony. It turns the mundane tasks into magical adventure.
As an artist, you learn to embrace time, to make peace with it. You learn to use it to your advantage, to let it guide you, to let it inspire you. You learn to cherish every moment, every second, every fleeting instance.
Because in the end, tempus fugit, but art remains.
It transcends time, it transcends space. It lives on, long after the artist is gone.
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