In response to, Your Daily Word Prompt, January 17, “vast.”
adjective, vast·er, vast·est.
“of very great area or extent; immense:the vast reaches of outer space.of very great size or proportions; huge; enormous:vast piles of rubble left in the wake of the war.very great in number, quantity, amount, etc.:vast sums of money.very great in degree, intensity, etc.:an artisan of vast skill.”
Empty hours loom ahead, like dark foreboding clouds that gather in clusters for the storm. Minutes take hours to go by and hours feel like days. All that is before and ahead, is the emptiness of time. Time is all we have in our short existence, but in the present during empty days and nights, it feels like it could never not be abundant.
When I close my eyes to get a moment of peace, I like to think of a dense forest, somewhere in Scandinavia. Somewhere where the endless stretch of trees stand before you and all that remains is the green depths of above and beyond. As far as the eye can see is a pure, green, and unspoiled landscape, too immense for the human mind to comprehend. This vision satisfies me somewhat.
But then I turn back to the present and all I have is numbers before me. And then, all I have is empty years and plentiful fears to carry me backwards and forwards.
Sleepless nights. Filled with tosses and turns. This is the moment most of all, where time appears to be endless. Everything slows down in the frustrating depths of the night when everyone is asleep. It always stands still, for that one moment when you wish it could ceaselessly stride ahead.
Time is vast. And vast is empty time.
This prompt reminded me of one of my favourite quotes from The Great Gatsby,
“Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And then one fine morning— So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”F. Scott Fitzgerald