Child of Time and Circumstance

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

There was a time in my life when I avoided confrontation, altercations or clashes of the minds or thoughts of those around me. Those times have been long abandoned and forsaken with each passing year and each fleeting season of my life.

CHILD OF TIME AND CIRCUMSTANCE

By Al Garcia

 

There was a time in my life when I avoided confrontation, altercations or clashes of the minds or thoughts of those around me.  Those times have been long abandoned and forsaken with each passing year and each fleeting season of my life.  The brashness of age has overtaken my humility and my timidity.  I am the seasoned veteran of experience and of wisdom gathered and harvested through each age of my innocence, and the beguiling allure of my curiosity and awareness of my singularity.

 

How time has exquisitely explained the power that it possesses and controls.  How the ticking of the clock and the rhythm of the chimes forever marks each moment of my life.  How life imitates the fading colors of the seasons, be it spring, summer, fall or winter.  My life has seen no exception nor attained any concession, as I approach another season.  For I have reaped the bounty of the fields, and grasped the golden ring.  And now I hear the echoes of angelic choirs beckoning to me, like mythical sea sirens luring me into the timeless haze of an endless dream.

 

I am the withering reflection of what once had been.  I am the creation of time, shaped and molded by each emotion of the human heart, and by the passion and the rage that consumes the human mind.  And only I can see behind my soul to see the face that lurks behind the mask that others see and that I profess to be.  And it is the brashness of age that has left me exposed and unmasked for the world to see.

 

And I am left to be me -- a man, who was once a boy, once a dream, and now the culmination of a lifetime of joys and sorrows, mistakes and successes, hardships and loves.  I am the consequence of my own choices and my own inconsistencies and contradictions.  I am the child of time and circumstance.  And I will be the dust that settles on dormant dreams waiting to be relived or recalled in seasons yet to be. 

 

There is an arrogance to living and a humility to dying.  And I have seen and felt the tragedy of both.  There was an arrogance to my youth, despite the humbleness of my beginning.  And now I sense the humbleness of having survived the barbarity of war, and the wrath that time bestowed on the insignificance of me. 

 

I have seen the clarity of my indiscretions and impertinences, and I have lamented the loss of those that touched my heart and soul in ways that uplifted me, as well as those that deceived and destroyed a part of me.  For me it was the naturalness of growing up and growing wiser and growing stronger that the vision of me. 

 

For I am the child of time and circumstance, wandering through the haze and maze of dreams and memories, knowing not the reason why, but savoring the moments and the seasons that change and shift the landscape of my life.  It is winter, and I feel the coldness coming near.


Submitted: May 24, 2021

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