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Time passes too slowly, too quickly, never at just the right pace. When you’re working and you’ve got a deadline… When you’re studying for an exam… When you’re actually taking the exam and you’re well-prepared or not… When it’s the end of the year and you’re waiting for the next… When it’s already seven days into the new year and you haven’t gotten anything useful done… When you just can’t wait to see him/her again… When you’re with him/her and it’s the end of the day… When you’ve made your promise to meet again…

Oh, what we’d give to be able to always live in the present; yet, that can be very difficult to achieve. Why do we tend to dwell in the past, fear the future, and live in our imagination? Are some parts of our history so difficult to let go of? Do events in our history define us? Is the future so intimidating, uncertain? Can we accept who we are about to become? But we can always imagine what we hope to be, what we wish had been. Is it this constant disparity between the ideal and the real that drives us?

I believe that we are defined by our history, and that we cannot be separated from our past. Thus, our past shapes our future. It’s like when you drop a pebble into a pond and the ripples spread forever, reflecting off objects, mixing with other waves. We’re like waves — a sum of what we were, what we are, and what we will be. And when waves mix and interact, patterns are generated that take on lives of their own, endlessly propagating. And if we take one wave by itself with no boundaries… how lonely it must be, radiating forever into nothingness! A wave needs company to make something of itself, a beautiful pattern. So do we. We cannot ever be alone… and everything that we do has a consequence.

Do waves like to interact with other waves? Do waves make promises to other waves? Well. They must — for a wave is itself a promise of a future grounded in its past. And when a wave makes a pattern with another wave, they become linked… and the pattern tells of a promise fulfilled.