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<center><sub> Part 3 of the 3 Part Fiction Series [Scholar&Scribe](https://peakd.com/c/hive-199275/created) / [DreemPort ](https://dreemport.com/)Challenge<br> You can [**read this from the beginning over here (Part 1)**](https://ecency.com/hive-199275/@nickydee/you-can-t-hurry-time) , [**or find Part 2 here**](https://ecency.com/hive-199275/@nickydee/you-can-t-hurry-time-9c9e2cc19cdac)</sub></center>
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Time is relative.

Although people say this casually, it is often not accepted as any kind of fact. Yet it is. And even an experiential one at that. A watched pot never boils, you know.

Another fact, this one so undeniable it should rather be called a "truth"...

is that *everything passes.*

*Everything passes...*

*Everything
passes*...

Yes. 

Even the most marvelous feats of humanity are eventually largely forgotten by half lit memories blown away by the dusty sands of time.

And the worst crimes of humanity much the same. 

Unless a light is kept burning to remind us never, ever to allow such things to ever, ever happen again.

We have to be careful, however, not to get stuck in the past while we remember...

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## That everything passes is an unquestionable truth.

And perhaps the *only*  truth that *is* unquestionable.

But the fact that time is relative because it is just another human construct, created in a bid to make sense of the impossible to ever fully understand, is also largely ignored or forgotten. 

Forgotten as people continuously check clocks; as bells signifying significant moments continuously ring out; as beginnings and endings are rushed towards or away from; as the imagined necessities of living are busily pursued to achieve such very, very important goals. 

Goals of learning more. Making more. Becoming more.

How ironic, then, that all these attempts to understand and control the experience of living do is to *increase* an underlying anxiety that is an inescapable part of *being* alive.

The understanding that any real control over the outcome of things is just an illusion...


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Time was most certainly relative for Sally Jansen and Jack Summer.

What only seemed to be the still not so distant past to Sally Jansen, as she walked to the edge of the cliff each day to sit and wait silently, later in the afternoon than was warm enough to be comfortable and just before the shadows after sunset made it difficult to find a way back...

was closer to five long years.

While what seemed an eternity to Jack Summer, as he silently waited in the shadows beneath the cliff with the endless horizon for Sally Jansen to look down one more time...

was only, in reality, several relatively short weeks.

But perhaps people who are only able to live according to their own true nature and follow their own hearts' true desire are less aware of clock time. Or the times of bells, goals and allotted hours for the beginnings or conclusions of events and experiences.

Perhaps for people like this, things just  are *as they are*.

And it is absolutely necessary to wait sometimes.

To wait and allow nature to take its course.

Because everything passes.

*This* is an immutable "truth".

But despite Jack Summer's unusual and remarkable ability to "wait" in a world loudly dominated by the importance of Time, Sally Jansen never did look down at the shadows beneath the cliff at the edge of the world again.

 Perhaps because she had waited just long enough herself...

Sally Jansen looked up instead.

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I do not know if Jack's patient observation of Sally Jansen was what caused the change to occur, but I secretly wish it was. Although we may think it implausible, I *do* know our intentions and thoughts shape and even create the world around us in so very many ways. 

Perhaps it was Jack's burning will and desire alone. Perhaps it was simply the lengthy quiet and stillness that created enough space for the new. Or, probably, it was just the passing of Time itself.

This is, like many things, is something we will probably never be able know with absolute certainty.

But I *do* know that ***learning to accept the not-knowing*** is as remarkable a skill...

as is ***learning to wait***.

As is the skill of ***being able to sit quietly*** with both the past and the future, long enough for them to recede to the times and places in which they are meant to reside and finally stay... 

unless there's a need to refer to them in the Now.


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I like to imagine that Jack Summer loved Sally Jansen back into the Now despite her being unaware of it. I like to imagine this because I still want to believe unconditional love can heal just about anything. 

But I can't say this is a truth.

What I can say, again, is that everything passes if we are able to sit and wait patiently enough for the inevitability of this.

So although she never knew why and we will probably never know for sure either...

on a day that was suddenly unlike any other day...

as another liquid golden globe, magical in its brilliance, sank towards the endless shining horizon... 

Sally Jansen finally stood and turned *towards* the sun again.

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As she lifted her face to feel the gentle warmth of the setting sun's rays on her skin, Sally Jansen breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly... 

as though she was releasing the weight of the whole world that had been holding her down. 

And with *this* ***letting go***, Sally Jansen suddenly *saw* the sun glinting on the golden ocean. 

And on that day, Sally Jansen turned *towards* the wide open waters that were  beckoning her to dive in and swim.

And that was the day Sally Jansen walked *away* from the darkened house near the edge of the cliff at the end of the world...

and down to the beach, with no ghosts, where Jack Summer sat patiently waiting.

Where Jack Summer sat patiently waiting to light the fire he'd prepared for the day Sally Jansen finally arrived.

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