Sometimes I do not know what happens to the time. Time is such an elusive concept. When you are young time seems to drag from year to year, month to month, day to day, hour to hour, and even minute to minute. But it almost seems that as you get older time seems to speed up, before you know it another year has passed by. You turn around and all those things you were planning on getting done have slid down the time slide.
I read once that when you are young time seems to drag because you have so many exciting things to look forward to. When you are young life is about looking to the future. When you are young you really do not think about getting old.
Even when I have things I can look forward to in my life they come and go; vanishing right before my eyes. And typically what plays out in my head is more satisfying than the real time event.
I try to cherish the time I have with loved ones, but sometimes I wonder does it really matter. Time goes on and the busyness of our lives spins the clock hands into a blur.
There have been times in my life when I have wanted to pause time…to hold onto a special occasion. We tend to recreate our memories in a most glorious fashion. Have you ever noticed once a person has died we tend to remember mostly the good things. These good things eventually come to be far more important than the disappointing ones. And I guess it is as it should be for in reality the good should be what you would want to be remembered for after you die.
Occasionally I think it is okay to feel sorry for yourself. To think about the past and long to have moments back to relive them…even in slow motion. Going back would allow you to be more absorbed with the details. Going back would allow you to cherish your loved ones a little more.
There is this saying ‘live like today is the first day of the rest of your life’. Well I am not sure I can fully embrace this thinking today. Sometimes the rest of my life seems like a barren wasteland. At times it even resembles a parched desert. But there is still life on the dry parched cracked desert. Time in the desert is distorted and riddled with confusion.
I found this little poem I’ve added below. It seems to put the days of our life in perspective.
We all exchange the time we are given each day with the things we do. We each have only so much time to spend before our life is a part of history.
Today Is The Very First Day Of The Rest Of Your Life
This is the beginning of a new day.
I have been given this day
to use as I WILL.
I can waste it… or use it for good,
But what I do today is important,
Because I am exchanging a day of my life for it!
When tomorrow comes, this day will be gone forever,
Leaving in its place something that I have traded for it.
I want it to be gain, and not loss;
Good and not evil;
success and not failure;
In order that I shall not regret
the price I have paid for it.
I will try just for today,
for you never fail until you stop trying.
May this little Desolation Angel stay by our side with tender care and attentiveness.