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Intro Essay

"The Best thing about the future is that it comes one day at a time."
                                                        -Abraham Lincoln-
This quote means that the future comes slowly and you face it one day at a time.I don't agree because the evidence in the book. Henry is one of the main characters and he is unable to stay in the present; yet alone face his future.This is clearly seen on page 10.
"Is their a way to stay put, to embrace the present with every cell? I don't know."
                                                            -Henry-
In this story Henry often visits his past more though out the book, and he never really able to settle in the present long enough to see the future of his tomorrow. His gift is more like a curse for him.
In this I'm going to argue that first you can't face the future without first being in the present. Second If your consistently jumping though time their really isn't really ever a future only more present.Then finally how because of the constant jumping is it really future when his other selves leave things for him, i mean its still technically him. 

Sleep

I stare endlessly into the dark abyss wanting dreams to welcome me. My eyes are heavy yet nothing welcomes me to sleep.  My room is dark and encourages me to rest to greet my next day. Im stuck in a sea of dark calming waves. The silence the only lullaby to calm my heart and clear the worried mind. I try desperately to close my eyes but my mind continues to wonder restlessly. I feel as if I'm forgetting something.  Something needed and important. The darkness calls sleep but the mind calls remembering. A battle raging on within me. I wonder which will wi..................

Dreams

Vast emptiness fills me  like colored paper dipped in white paint. Silence explodes from the vast landscape of emptiness. I embrace the vibration of silence rather than lose myself in the tsunami of nothing.  Many times society asks me "What do you want to be?"

The very question stirs a tornado of the question tearing through the my empty fortress. After taking its toll Im left with the question echoing in the far distance. 

I scream the answer they wish to hear back at the voice. 

Then the voices crease as if satisfied for the moment. I yell to the empty land 

 " What is a DREAM?" 

What is the shining object people must have? 

What makes a "Dream" so special? 

Silence is my answer in return. Nothing more. 

Whats so special about a dream? I think of the colorful object called "Dreams"

I think back when my mind was once filled with a colorful canvas of Dreams. The object once lived in this spacious fortress that is me. The bright shinning world it made for me.The endless colors it delivered by the gallons.I was blinded by its beauty.
Now like many things have faded over time.
Like paint on the side of the barn in the sun too long, it began to flake, and corrode. Once again showing an empty plain. Dreams are all I have to cover this blank deserted place. Even if its just for a little while. Just a little while.... 

  

I am Henry(From Time Traveler's Wife)

I am longing and desperation
I wonder about what" normal" is
I hear everything pasted
I see no not what I want most
I want to embrace the present
I am longing and desperation


I pretend I am fine
I feel empty sometimes
 I touch only what I need
 I worry that I wont see my Tomorrow
 I cry when I think of my beautiful Claire
 I am longing and desperation
 

I understand nothing of what I am
I say I'm OK
I dream of Claire 
I try to stay for a tomorrow
I hope to belong
I am longing and desperation
 

Time

Time is a matter that all living things need . Time nurtures things to grow stronger until its point of weakness. Time is what I abhor the most in life yet is my only benefactor I survive from. Time is something we all run out of and that is untenable. But I don't want to abdicate this world and its endless possibilities. I wish father "Time" would be more benevolent towards me. Then aberration would be restored to me. But Time is a miscreant. It never does what you tell it to. Whether you wish you could fast forward it only slows down, and when you wish a moment could last forever; its gone in a second. Time is an misanthrope and likes the way it is. But I come to Time with benign hopes and try to Benedict its time we shared. As it leads me to my untenable end..
                                                              - Inner Thoughts of a Passionate Flowers-

Book Theme

I choose to read this book because my theme is " Time". I really feel this book conveys the passage of time. Some people would prefer to live in their past because they lived a happier life, but in this book a man just wants so badly to face and live in the present. He wants to face tomorrow without zapping to the far past. I believe this book is going to be great.