If “the most wasted of all days is one without laughter,”

We have never wasted a day.

Almost every word that leaves your mouth,

Teases a smile from my lips,

I am thankful,

Because waste is such an ugly thing,

And you make my life beautiful.

If happiness could be defined by a singular moment,

It would be Sunday morning lying on your couch,

Sun pouring through the window,

We’re watching life carry on without us.

People moving from place to place with such purpose,

Like some kind of high tech screensaver,

While we just sit there,

Slowly melting into each others beings,

Likewise melting into the couch.

The sun can be powerful like that,

Even filtered through a glass box.

If your couch could take us anywhere,

It would take us to Italy,

Where houses are filled with light and laughter,

Brimming with family and friends,

Like overflowing pasta dishes,

Amazing, but often way too much to take in all at once.

But, no, it wouldn’t take us there for the jubilant chaos,

It would take us there for the aftermath,

When the sink is clogged with dishes,

That are caked with drying glop,

When the house still has a slight echo,

From the boisterous voices that filled it just moments ago,

When we finally get to put up our feet,

Ignore the work that will need to get done in the morning,

And lay on our couch,

With the moonlight pouring through the window.

Peace is felt best by tired muscles,

And sleep is most welcomed by over-exerted minds.

Goodnight, we would whisper to the moon

And if the moon could respond,

He would say to us “You earned it.

Sleep well, my darlings.

Feel the peace that I have granted you,

Because you took the time to look at me,

With wide eyes,

And forget the earthly things for just a little while.”

But Sunday night came around,

And it's close relation to Monday morning,

Scared us into moving.

Time can be funny like that,

How it moves slowly in the moment,

But you turn around to see it's all gone,

And you wonder where it went,

But not even the moon can the tell you,

And he’s been around for a lot longer than we can ever hope to be.

Time,

Is neither created nor destroyed,

Because it doesn’t really exist in the first place.

It’s here and gone simultaneously.

It’s melted by moments in the sun,

And frozen by gazing at the moon.

It’s unreal,

Yet it defines everything about us.

If we could redefine ourselves,

And take away the weight that time carries,

Would it be like a pendulum suddenly without a pivot?

A crash landing.

Or would be like a baby bird learning to use her wings?

A couple crash landings,

Resulting in absolute empowerment.

Would it then be possible to not feel the guilt of laugh-less days,

Before you came around,

And even smiling took too many muscles.

Would it then be possible to live like we actually want to,

Not how we feel we need to?

You could travel the whole world,

Before you even realized you missed someone,

They were just there after all,

Forever ago,

Because without time,

Everything would be happening simultaneously.

If the sun could talk,

He would say, “Don’t dream so big.

If you reach too hard for the stars,

You’ll burn up in the atmosphere.

I’ve seen it happen.

Wake back up to reality.

Time is what keeps us all moving,

Don’t trade that for anything.

The moon is right about one thing,

You will find peace by gazing at the sky,

Peace that you have always already earned,

Just by being part of this magnificent universe.”

Time can be tricky like that,

How it tries to disguise itself as the enemy,

Constantly up in arms against us,

When really it just a friend with tough love,

A parent with guiding punishments.

All Time really wants from us,

is not to be wasted.