"If I could save time in a bottle, the first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day till eternity passes away, just to spend them with you...
But, there never seems to be enough time, to do the things you want to do, once you find them..."
I’ve heard the song a thousand times. I know every word by heart. Yet, I’ve only just begun to really feel the message in Jim Croce’s Time in a Bottle.
Lately, there are days that I’d like to bottle and save because the clock seems to be moving way too fast. I’ve reached a place in my life where I can look back and clearly see how much time has already passed.
In hindsight, I see that much of that time was foolishly spent and carelessly wasted.
I find the concept of time to be incredibly interesting. Much like outer space, time seems elusive and impossible to truly explain.
Modern life is busy.
That busyness often makes it feel like there is simply not enough time. Our full schedules make us believe the common phrases like; the days are too short, there aren’t enough hours in the day, time is running out, time is slipping away, this month is flying by, I’m crunched for time...
I’m sure you can think of a few more.
Yet time doesn’t change. Ever.
A minute is always 60 seconds.
An hour is always 60 minutes
A day is always 24 hours...and so on.
Time stays the same. The seconds pass regularly and with precision.
Human beings are masters at spending time poorly and then trying to blame the clock.
We have little regard for the very important fact that we are not able to get back even one second of time after it has passed.
When I really consider that truth, it stops me cold.
Every single second that ticks past cannot be relived or retrieved.
What a powerful thought. This alone should have us all striving to improve the quality of our time.
Being 50 has shed some new light on my sense of time. I have a new appreciation for this swift moving gift.
I know I've reached at least the middle of my life. That's certainly an attention grabber. And, my three children are in high school. I am so acutely aware that our time together, living as a family of five, is limited.
If I was brave enough, I could actually tally up number of hours left before our nest is empty.
I’m not that brave.
Instead, I’ll focus on the importance of spending my time as wisely as possible.
Like a punch in the gut, I realize there will never be enough time.
I’m acutely aware that my time with the people I love will run out before I’m ready.
The only thing I can do is try to make every moment count.
That’s my plan.
From this second forward...I will do my very best to stay present.
Be in the moment and cherish the Now.
That’s where life happens and it’s the only time that counts.
Please share your thoughts on the mystery of time?
Thank you for reading.
Hello, I'm Kristen.
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