When you’re reading this I have been on holiday with Matt in Greece for two weeks. I haven’t seen my computer, my site or anything concerning my columns at all for an entire fortnight. I probably have a lot to tell you, and I will, but for now you’ll have to be content with something I’ve written three weeks ago. Just like the past two weeks.

I might as well have died in a plane crash, drowned in the Ionic Sea, robbed and beaten to death, abducted by aliens, and you wouldn’t know. The columns just keep coming, same day of the week, same minute of the day, exactly the way I’ve put it into WordPress well over two weeks ago.

You might as well have filled my site with spam and unfriendly remarks. I wouldn’t know. Or you may have finally clicked on my AdSense, so I can still have the hope to at least be able to pay my hosting costs with the profits.

It feels kinda weird to write a column so far into the future. Most of my columns are rather time specific and urgent, written because something had triggered the subject in the prior week. Not this time, this time the trigger is going to be the future itself. Writing towards the future. I’ll take this opportunity to write down some of my thoughts about time and the future.

The nearby future seems (when indeed I haven’t died, which I am quite sure of) very clear to me. In the week this column is published there are two special dates: my birthday and the day Matt and I picked as the beginning of our relationship (our first anniversary, hurray!). When nothing unforeseen happens they will be the highlights of my week.

But beyond those days, I can’t really tell what will happen. Anything could happen; nothing is ever a hundred percent certain.

I do have one certainty though, and that’s that all the things will happen in the right time. You see, since I live in this house (for two years already) the most sensational and impressive things have happened to me, both good and bad. But they somehow all happened at the exact right time. I don’t call my house caressingly the Tardis for nothing. Living here seems to somehow help me trust in time to play out its cards on the right moments.

Time is such a beautiful thing when everything seems to happen in the exact right order on the exact right moments. It’s like a thrilling and enjoyable roller coaster ride that never seems to stop. On the contrary, life can feel like one of those fairground attractions that only rocks you around in jerkily movements, leaving you nauseous and sorry for yourself, when everything seems to happen at the wrong moment.

Some things are inevitable, they may be nice, they may be incredibly shit, but they’re bound to happen anyway. The point is to make them happen in the exact right moment so even the bad things are a sensible part of the process of life.

I’m not sure how, but I suspect it might have something to do with stopping to force time into an impossible shape. When you force time into a specific schedule and try your best to prevent inevitable situations from happening, you somewhat suppress its inimitable system. This provokes unintended eruptions and excesses.

It’s a trick to let go of the control over time. Once you do so, things really only happen at the right time. It’s like only then the real magic begins. So you better stop thwarting the course of time and enjoy what the future has in stock for you.

Time has its way, always and ever.

Column published by Cecile on Monday, July 23rd, 2007.

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