I have always been left almost breathless by the riddle I find time to be. It moves fast. It moves slow. It stands still. And on a few occasions it seems to just disappear in one direction or another with no sign of what happened to it.
Kids are a good marker for the oddity that we call time. It’s always just yesterday that they were those sweet little babies that we held so tightly in our arms. Time quickly takes the baby, but is slow to take the teenager. Time ebbs and flows at it’s own whim.
This last weekend we celebrated yet another birthday. One more year gone by. On one hand 12 years has come and gone, on the other hand there’s 6 more left. Time is so short or so the saying goes. Is it really though? Perhaps if you aren’t valuing the time you have. I could see time being very short then.
It’s hard to believe that the adorable little baby that Tyler was is now this 12 year old half man child. Yet, he almost seems to have always been just this way. I look forward to the changes that time will bring to him. Already time has taken away so many of the troubles of his youth. I can only imagine that time will be kind to him in the future.
I always viewed time as something that took away. Time takes away the beauty of the youth. It makes once firm things soft. It takes away all the shiny and new, and leaves you with what really matters. The trouble is seeing that. The what really matters, that is. Most don’t see what really matters until time decides to take that away too.
Complain less about the things that time will soon enough take away from you. One way or another. Appreciate the hard things. For one day they will be gone and you’ll find yourself missing them. Count your blessings, not your struggles. In the end, all struggles will come back to bless you. Slow down. Take the time to enjoy nothing. Ahh, nothing beats an afternoon of nothing.
I don’t know. This post isn’t really about anything. Just…be happy with who you are folks. Don’t hide who you are. Be honest with others about who you are. Be honest with yourself about who you are. Or before you know it, you’ll be looking back and wondering when time robbed you. The truth is though, it would have been you who did the robbing.