The Rolling Stones told us, back in the 60s, that time was on our side.
I think a lot about time lately.
When I was a teacher, my life was very time-detailed. I knew the exact date, the exact time, and exact everything related to time because, well, it seemed important that a teacher be that way.
Now, working for myself, I rarely know the exact date. There are some holidays which sneak right by me because, in many ways, I’m clueless about time now that I am in a different situation. On a related note, there are times(events) I’ve completely forgotten though, at the time, they seemed very important. What’s up with that?
I’m as likely to remember the sweet time of my first kiss, decades ago, as I am to remember to make time to take the garbage out to the curb tomorrow.
Time is fleeting, and the older you get it becomes obvious that The Stones were full of baloney, but if it is fleeting, why is it that unpleasant moments seem to drag out forever, as though the hands on the clock are stuck in one position?
And then we have Dr. Seuss’s opinion on time:
“How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?”
More naps these days
Time is running out! Well duh! Time has been running out since the day we were born, and yet most of us act like we have an unlimited supply of it.
Do I have time to write the novels I still want to write? Do I have time to bestow on Bev the love she deserves? Do I have time to become the man I’ve always wanted to be.
No, Mick Jagger, time is definitely not on my side. I’d better get busy while I still have time.
Bill
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