Wow, I didn't realized I haven't been on
here in two months. My summer went by so quickly and now I'm already
halfway through the fall semester of my Junior year. It is crazy how time
flies. No matter how cliche that is, it is the truth. I was on Pinterest
the other day and one of the pins said: “isn't it funny how day by day
nothing changes, but when you look back everything is different.” This is true not only of changes, but of time. We often complain
about how long the day has been, or how slow the week is progressing, but by
Friday we can hardly believe the week is over. And two months later it
doesn't seem like any time has passed. Our perception of time is
wondrous--days can feel like years, and years can feel like days.
That popped into my head when I was working on an assignment for my Spanish class and got sidetracked. I realized that our lives are full of constant interruptions. I contemplated the idea for a while and decided to use it as inspiration for the poem I had to write in Spanish.
Vida Interrumpida
Playas rompen las ondas,
Paredes cierra las habitaciones,
Ruido rompen la tranquilidad,
Luz derrota la oscuridad,
Tormentas perturban la calma,
Agua agrieta la piedra,
Tráfico detiene los coches,
Mañanas terminan las noches
Dolor termina el movimiento,
Tiempo divide el tiempo,
Vida interrumpida.
Translation:
Life Interrupted
Beaches break waves,
Walls close rooms,
Noise breaks peace,
Light shatters darkness,
Storms disturb calmness,
Water chips rock,
Traffic stops cars,
Mornings end nights,
Pain ends movement,
Time divides time,
Life interrupted.