Man, you know, I think about time a lot. Time is a kind of song, you know—it’s got its own rhythm, its own melody. It’s like I said once, "time is a jet plane, it moves too fast." And oh, does it move, slip-sliding through our fingers like grains of sand on the beach where the sea meets eternity. But here’s the kicker: each grain counts; each second counts. It’s all piled up like a stack of records, waiting to be played.
Yet, we’re always chasing time, trying to save it, spend it, kill it. It’s a peculiar thing. We're stuck in it, unable to move back, racing against it to make our mark. In the lyrics of "Forever Young," I wished for someone to "stay forever young," but that’s just it—we can’t. We're bound to the wheel of time, rolling from birth to death, with life ticking in between.
I've been around long enough to know that it's not just about the minutes you're breathing; it's about the moments that take your breath away. You might catch a glimpse of something in a song, a moment in a tune that feels like it’s speaking just to you. That’s time folding in on itself, man. It’s when past and present blend, and for a heartbeat, you're timeless.
Thinking about time leads me to think about change. "The times they are a-changin'," I wrote. And they’re always changing, like the weather. We gotta be ready to hoist the sails when the wind picks up and change our course when the sea turns rough. It’s about staying true while everything around you spins.
So, what do we do about this relentless, rolling force? We embrace it. We learn from yesterday, live for today, and hope for tomorrow. We treat our time like a precious melody, letting it flow, letting it teach. Each day, each minute, holds a lesson, if only we listen. It's in the silent moments between the ticks of the clock where we find the wisdom to move forward, to forgive, and to grow.
In essence, time is the tune we play on the record of our lives. And as the needle drops on each day, we dance, we cry, we love, and we sing. We might not get to choose the song, but we sure can dance to the rhythm.
Abitur Dorfrichter-Komödie über Wahrheit/Schuld; Roman über einen Ort und deutsche Geschichte.
Mittlere Reife Wahllektüren (Roadtrip-Vater-Sohn / Jugendroman im NS-Kontext / Coming-of-age / Provinzroman).
Abitur Gerichtskomödie; Fragmentdrama über Gewalt/Entmenschlichung; Erinnerungsroman über deutsche Brüche; moderner Roman über Schuld, Macht und Bürokratie.
Abitur Recht/Gerechtigkeit und historische Tiefenschichten eines Ortes – umgesetzt über Drama und Gegenwartsroman.
Thüringen
Abitur
(keine fest benannte landesweite Pflichtlektüre veröffentlicht; Orientierung am gemeinsamen Aufgabenpool)
Abitur In der Praxis häufig Orientierung am gemeinsamen Aufgabenpool; landesweite Einzeltitel je nach Vorgabe/Handreichung nicht einheitlich ausgewiesen.
Mecklenburg-Vorpommern
Abitur
(Quelle aktuell technisch nicht abrufbar; Beteiligung am gemeinsamen Aufgabenpool bekannt)
Abitur Land beteiligt sich am länderübergreifenden Aufgabenpool; konkrete, veröffentlichte Einzeltitel konnten hier nicht ausgelesen werden.
