Time moves fast at first, then slows. By the time you are older, time slows and is harder to fill. When you need time, you just don’t have it.
Weekends as a kid were never long enough. There was so much to do. School really infringed on life.
In college, we wasted too much time - discussing, debating, wondering, pondering. Then we were rushed to get important things accomplished.
As a young adult, time flew. There were jobs, people, relationships, houses, furniture, weddings, Masters, bigger jobs, kids. There was no longer time to think, to consider, to savor.
Weekends were errands, day trips, soccer games, painting living rooms, trying to catch up with friends. Next were the trips to Natureland, picking apples, track meets, allergy shots, and 4th grade fundraisers to Save the Whales.
Whatever happened to spending three hours reading the Sunday papers?
All too soon, it was time for Parents Weekend, prom pictures, college reunions and talk of downsizing. Time was spent going to garage sales, visiting parents in nursing homes and sadly going to funerals.
Life happened through all this, and we missed too much of it. Now time is spent looking at the photos and remembering. Now there is time to sit and think, to consider and to ponder the big questions. What to have for dinner? Whatever happened to the Sunday papers?
Methinks I see the wanton hours flee,
And as they pass, turn back and laugh at me.
~George Villiers
~T, 10-13-2014
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