day eternal

my watch is 4 seconds faster than the official time.

4 seconds.

I wonder how it is like to live 4 seconds faster than the rest.

Perhaps, the uncle standing next to me lives 15 minutes faster than me.

It's unfair to compare. After all, he lives his life and I live my own 4 seconds faster.

Perhaps, the time difference does not really matter.
Perhaps, time itself is an over-rated determiner in the course of our lives.

If I have 4 seconds less than you, (some live seconds slower than others) it really does not make much of a difference. We live through it, as it should be, aware that time does determine certain behaviour and attitudes. (I wake up earlier to be on-time)

"Now is your salvation! that eternal life be yours!"

As it is, the bad comparison of eternity to the minute details and workings of time is truly redundant. What we fail to see is that time, as it passes, is truly a great and profound force (I'm not talking about the time we construct). The day and the night that kickstarts and abruptly ends our time are truly things we cannot shrug away and ignore. For there is a strange abandonment when we stop to stare at the dawn and dusk of the day - it reminds us of how abandoned we are with our existence, so concerned with the seconds of life as if our lives depend on them, yet 'now' always certainly abandons us. And paradoxcially, I cannot think of my being without this sense of abandonment. I abandon my time, this time, that I may partake in the time of eternity, the cycle of everyday, staring at the sun that carefully remains still, as the world glides past it in due time. (The ancients thought otherwise.) I think eternity is truly meticulous and tenaciously repetitive yet profoundly unique. I think I see eternity when I see the precious sun and moon, bent by the will of mass - massive love.

If eternity has a time, it is in a day. A day when we wake up, love and sleep, loved.