Time, like friction wears novelty away, the novelty of a new relationship, or a new house, a new car, or a new country. After awhile the novelty is gone and you are left with what it really is without the patina of excitement and newness. And so, one might say, that things must withstand the test of time, if they are to last or not. The intoxication of the "new" is sobered by time. It is like coming down from being "high" on something. The "freshness" disappears and one can be left with a stale taste in one's mouth, so to speak. We are then faced with the challenge of keeping it "fresh". It is like when someone is taking a photo of you, and they say "smile", and then they take forever to snap the shot and your smile loses its vitality and becomes fake looking, or the novelty of a new born child fades into the deep and huge responsibility which comes with raising a child for many years, Hopefully the love one feels for one's child carries one through it all. The routine becomes mundane. We all have to deal with it.
TIME LIKE FRICTION WEARS NOVELTY AWAY
TIME LIKE FRICTION WEARS NOVELTY AWAY
TIME LIKE FRICTION WEARS NOVELTY AWAY
Time, like friction wears novelty away, the novelty of a new relationship, or a new house, a new car, or a new country. After awhile the novelty is gone and you are left with what it really is without the patina of excitement and newness. And so, one might say, that things must withstand the test of time, if they are to last or not. The intoxication of the "new" is sobered by time. It is like coming down from being "high" on something. The "freshness" disappears and one can be left with a stale taste in one's mouth, so to speak. We are then faced with the challenge of keeping it "fresh". It is like when someone is taking a photo of you, and they say "smile", and then they take forever to snap the shot and your smile loses its vitality and becomes fake looking, or the novelty of a new born child fades into the deep and huge responsibility which comes with raising a child for many years, Hopefully the love one feels for one's child carries one through it all. The routine becomes mundane. We all have to deal with it.