Time can be so misleading. In our youth, we look at time as being almost infinite. It is the enemy in a way. We are even so naïve as to try to speed up its passage. We want to be older, more experienced, and more worldly. If only we understood the cost of those dreams. We might rethink that wish, even though it feels as if time is a massive boulder that we are pushing up a steep incline.
Then, in the blink of an eye, we have crested the peak, and suddenly the boulder is racing down the other side. We find ourselves struggling to keep up with it. And try frantically to find any way possible to slow its progress. But time, that shape-shifting entity, is not blazing away from us. It still passes in the same twenty four hour increments. It is we who have changed.
We now see fewer days in front of us than those that have passed. We recognize the waste of time squandered wishing to be older, somewhere else, or someone else. We mourn those lost days and that wasted time. Eventually, we come to grasp that time is not the enemy we once thought it to be. Instead, it is a treasure. Yet one that is fleeting and ever-changing. And rather than the appearance of that massive boulder we thought we were pushing, we discover that it is more like a handful of sand. The tighter we try to grasp and control it, the more it slips away between our fingers. Ah yes, time can be so misleading.
That is so true. I have no doubt wasted many days throughout my lifetime (75 years plus), but it was never in wishing I were older, or younger for that matter. I know most people do that, but for some reason I have never wished to be any age but what I actually was at any stage. And I wouldn’t want to go back, either. But yes, time does seem to speed up with age. It’s an illusion. I don’t have many more days or years to waste, so I pray that I will use my time in doing what the Lord would have me do. God bless you Kathy.