I used to think everything was permanent; it felt as though it was. Happiness would never end, the darkness would never return to light. My injuries would last forever, and I'd NEVER get to exercise again... In my mind, situations and circumstances seemed without end. I feel like a fool, just learning this. I mean, I've known it on a rational level, but I have never absorbed its essence. I've never fully grasped the circular nature of time within daily existence of life. Then again, perhaps that is what I did not comprehend: existence within time.
Conclusively, my injuries heal and I get back into shape, then I get injured again, and then get back into shape. Money comes and goes, relationships begin and end, setbacks follow success... And there is time, passing, irrelevant, in the background. Why death-grip it? I have plenty, enjoy now, I will make due.
I am grateful for this extra time I've had in this past year of underemployment and unemployment, to seek and find, to hurt and heal. I have time to over-work now, in expectation of under-work later this summer. That under-work gives me options to relax, study, exercise, read, and think about time.