The years have slipped

They're gone, do you see it now?
They're not waiting for us. They make us believe there will be more. They have this way of keeping us in mind while we forget.

The years have slipped. They're gone, do you see it now?

That's what I said before. The years do not pass by, they slip and shy away, they draw attention to them as if they were the centre of the world for eternity. Then they leave.

The following ones will leave in the same way, everything that seems long to you will be fleeting, everything you think you can control will make you lose control, everything you learn from them will end up without them.

Yes, the years don't go by, they slip and sneak away.

What's left is the taste you put in your years. The smiles that you put there, the love that you dare there, the less good that you resist.

I hope you put your heart into your years, without succumbing to the pressure of the body, without the impatience of the spirit, and without the beliefs of the ego. Yeah, I hope you put some heart into your years. I hope you have the strength to forgive those who are beside you and who have trouble with the heart, those who live by forgetting the privilege of their beating heart.

I'm telling you because I listened to him when he told us. He said he was the saddest person he ever met. He said that she was looking out the window when he entered the room, in this room that would occupy his last breath. He said he thought she'd shut up. He did not expect her to speak at the exact moment when he was coming out of a room where she knew she would never come out again.

"Spare yourself the trouble of ever finding yourself in that bed and thinking you didn't live the life you wanted."
That's what she said.

That's what I said before. The years are slipping.

Of the ones you have loved so much, all that remains is the warming, comforting, sometimes painful taste of the difference they make with others: those years you couldn't love, too hard not to have been armed before them but who have armed you with them, and thanks to them.

Each one of them gives you the crazy chance to exist. Put your heart into it, then you will be able to regret them without claiming them, love them without missing them, keep them without possessing them.

Time doesn't pass, he's leaving.

He goes away and leaves you there, never being able to understand or influence him.

All that matters is what you put in your years. Because one day, every day, the irremediable wraps you in a time that slips and flies away. Because one day, one year, something will teach you that sometimes there is no next.

Then darling darling. Cherish today. Put your heart and soul into it. The years are slipping.