Tick Tock


noun: the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole.

This weekend it will be time again to “Spring Ahead”.  Loose another hour.  Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock; the older I get the faster time goes.  Science has explained this, but I still don’t understand it.  What I do understand is that I truly don’t feel any different than my eight year old self, or my fifteen year old self, or my twenty-something year old self; yet decades have gone by.  Sure, goals have been met.  People I care about have come and gone. Children have grown up.  There are plenty of signs that time has passed.  And yet I feel remarkably the same.  Have you seen those time lapsed videos of a person standing still and everything around her moving blurringly past?  That’s what I feel like.  I’m the same standing still, and life is bolting around me.  But that’s not what the mirror tells me…time IS actually affecting me, whether I want to admit it or not.

One religion defines it this way:  every thought and deed has either a positive or negative outcome.  The light, or God, knows no time or boundaries; no beginnings or endings.  The darkness, or the devil, created time to separate us from our rewards and consequences.  Separating us from that immediate feedback is meant to confuse us.  That is why we must have faith…to fight time.

This I do know for sure, I must use my time wisely!  No more wasting it.  I must spend time with the ones I love and those who inspire me.  I must do the things that make me happy and inspire others. With or without me time is moving on, and really each second is a gift. I kind of like that about myself…respecting time and its continued progress.  And using it in a timely manner.

“How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?”

Dr. Seuss

“Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change.”

Thomas Hardy

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