There Will Be Time Later

Can you hear the music? Does it pound in your ears like something primitive and basic, mimicking the drumming of your heart, and the blood rushing in your veins? Lose yourself in it, and let it drown everything else out. Succumb. Forget thought, and emotion, and feeling. You are the beat, and the beat is you.

Do you feel the rush of time and people and movement and life? Throw yourself into it with speed and abandon. Any activity will do. For now, forgetting is necessary. Thinking is lethal. Feeling is suicidal. Lose yourself in speed and motion. And do it quickly. For now, surviving lies in movement. Living lies in passing the time, and passing it quickly, and noisily.

There will be time for stillness and silence - time to comprehend, and assimilate, and accept. There will be time later for your tears and anger and remorse and regret. You will understand, and appreciate, and acknowledge the lessons you learned. If you listen to me now, and drown out your thoughts, and don't slow down enough for them to take over, I promise you there will be time later.