What is time? There’s the obvious tracking of years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes and seconds? But how do we define it for ourselves? Often, we measure it in our children. Time’s fast pace is never more obvious than when you hold a newborn in one moment, and the next you are watching them walk down the aisle in cap and gown. Or in the muzzle of our young pets where one day we find more gray than we ever want to see. Or in our once spry parents as we now hold their mottled hand and help them out of the car.
How we view time has as many variations as people on the planet. And while we are assured that time is a constant, where it goes off to, is always a mystery. We make time. We take time. We beg and barter for time. We steal it, we find it, we lose it, we waste it. Always on the quest to organize it better—because it’s the one out of control. And only if time permits—as if it has the authority to tell us what to do.
We fill time. We squeeze in time. And we kill time. Time flies, it drags, in a blink, it’s gone. I know this to be true for myself, that when I’m in the flow of writing, or doing anything I truly enjoy, time slips away and before I know it, hours have passed. For me, those are some of the best of times.
One thing I’m certain of, whether it is one minute, or one hundred years, none of us feels that we have had enough time. We wish for more. To spend with our families, ourselves, pursuing our passions, being lazy, reflecting, travelling, playing, reading, cooking, giving, loving. So the importance is amplified that spending our time as the sacred currency of life that it is becomes paramount. Because at the end, it’s the reflection of those moments in time that sustain us and reel through our minds like an old favorite movie.
And on that note, I need to head out to see my granddaughter’s softball game this afternoon. Something I haven’t made a lot of time for and want to start. It seems like yesterday when she made her arrival. Now she’s on a Varsity team. In this moment – I wish I could get time back. An impossible task for time is fleeting — and entirely too short.
My question for you: What do you need to make time for in your life?
P.S. Below are some pictures of moments of time I captured the last couple of weeks.