Welcome to MADAMNATION...
In your teens & twenties one feels as if life is everlasting. The world seems bright with budding life and there seem to be no other reasons to think otherwise that life will last forever.
During your thirties, you began to take inventory of just where you'd like to settle in in the big scope of things. However, upon entering your fourties and beyond, you look into the mirror and find that the years are no friend to any of us... Hence, you realize just what the Japanese mantra "Life is Fleeting" is all about.
Thus, as I sit back and listen to Nina Simons' tune ... "Who knows where time goes", I begin this entry. One thing I've learned through the years of being incarcerated, is one begins to see time really & truly as it is.
Life stands still in only a mockingly aspect as the inmate watches time move on as he seems held in suspended animation. An ultimate punishment within itself to say the least. Cut off from everything he's known in life.
Watching life pass by through photo glimpses like a living and breathing photographer's tool... one laterally sees that 365 days is truly nothing in the Big Picture.
Perhaps it's the fact that an inmate lives in a perpetual rotating bland schedule of nothingness, like something out of the movie "Groundhog Day", where everything is the same and nothing ever changes. In that he sees that the human life is really no different than that of a fruit fly, as life starts to count down the moment it begins. Years "fly" by as if they were just months while incarcerated.
Thus, imprisonment feels like a time machine as the inmate looses touch with all reality from the viewpoint of others. But has he really?
For while others out in the free world loose the understanding of just how precious and fading time really is... he the inmate understands what it is & it's true value... as he can see it passing by, but can take no part in enjoying it.
However, in the end we must ask ourselves, aren't we all actually prisoners of time? Life is Fleeting.
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