I’m pretty sure that if time were a person, I wouldn’t like her. She is unforgiving, relentless and waits for no one. She is also very sneaky and will take you out without warning or discrimination. Harsh.
I never gave time much regard, but as I get older I value it more and wish out loud I hadn’t squandered so much of it. Twenty four hours in a day quickly adds up to a lifetime of living before you know it.
We should respect time more, knowing that at some point we will run out of it.
I remember crying at each of my daughter’s birthday parties. I knew that it was the only birthday of her year that I would experience. I cried for happy … and for sad. Those days I did respect time and I clutched at the moments it gave me. It gave me plenty.
For those of us who have lost people we love, time is a bitter bitch. No other way to put it. There comes a moment in all our lives when we would give anything for one more day or the chance to do things over in a better way. We will never get it.
They say that time heals all wounds. I beg to differ. It’s true that some things hurt less in the memory of them, but the wound is still there. It’s learning how to manage it that gets us by, and time gives us the opportunity. For this, I’m grateful.
I’ve always found it irritating how the clock rules our lives. Business meetings, doctor appointments, dinner engagements, project deadlines. We can’t escape it. It organizes us and keeps us in tow, but it’s exhausting.
A pet peeve of mine has always been those people who are perpetually late, clearly not respecting my time. I wonder if they will ever realize that time is one of our most precious commodities.
I feel badly for those people who do not respect time. It will slap them in the end. And where time is concerned, there is always an end.
I’ve heard it said that time is a thief. I disagree. I think it is a giver.
It gives us everything. It is in the not living of it that exhausts its existence.
I don’t know how much time I have. I do know I’m enjoying the time I’m in. I find myself humbled by it all.
Time has been a formidable teacher for me. I am not grateful for all of its lessons, but most. I don’t think I’m the only one who has felt kicked in the teeth by time’s passing, or thankful for its gracious gifts.
Time is a tricky business. Once lost, it can’t be found. I love growing old with it. I hope I’ve got lots more time to spend complaining (do you not know me at all?), visiting with friends, seeing plays, movies and concerts, sitting under a black sky gazing at the stars, and loving. Loving is the most important part about our time. It’s all a gift. We are all better for remembering that.
If you know what you would do with one extra hour of time in your day … I hope you do it.
A personal note, as my readership grows (thank you, thank you!!) I will be changing the name of this blog from Surviving Single to: (drum roll please ….) Witty Woman Writing. Your thoughts and suggestions are always welcome!