The Colour of Time.

Photo: The Budapest Eye, taken by me on the 17th of November, 2015

There are two mainstream statements that are common place around the world in reference to time. They are “Time waits for no man” and “Time heals all wounds”. The former, symbolizes time as the most valuable life currency and serves as a cautionary statement delivered with the aim of spurring the receiver to do more/take action when and as necessary. The latter serves to provide some form of consolation, a beacon of hope for less painful times ahead.

Many of us grew up hearing these, but, as we grow older, and as we take on more responsibilities and have our fair share of setbacks and disappointments, we find that we are very well capable of telling these statements to ourselves. This ability showcases perhaps the most important shift in the Colour of Time. I like to think that the Colour of Time is in time’s power and ability to communicate meaning. Meanings, which many times are linked to religious, cultural, political and social influences. Meanings, which become known and more profound with the wisdom of age and the grace of years.

Time switches it colours on and of its own accord- there is always the orangish dawn and the graying dusk, the glowing red of the sun and the blandness that comes with the rains, the rainbow of spring and whiteness of winter but time also benevolently allows for us to create our own colour. Ever heard of the call to “create your own sunshine”? My point exactly! Time may inherently have its own colours but it is not opposed to acquiring new hues. In fact, time advocates that we learn to switch the colours which it serves us to more favorable ones.

By growing, we are able to recognize that ultimately, life simply is time. This knowledge helps us contemplate for ourselves what particular seasons mean, and how they influence our existence within the real world. We become better equipped to make informed decisions, and by so doing, better manage the colours that time- life, throw at us.

Ecclesiastes 3 explains:

“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.”

I can identify a multiplicity of colours within this passage. How many can you?

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