Time is a funny thing.
There is either never enough time or too much time. It can move too slowly, too quickly, or seem to stand still depending on what is going on in one's life. It can drag, fly, meander, mosey, or be squandered.
Much is said about it. Poets, scholars and common man often write about it trying to understand it or impress the importance of not wasting a minute of the time we are each given. In spite of all the pretty words penned, in the end, what we do with each precious minute and how we look upon it...how we choose to spend and experience and savor and sometimes dread our time....is what makes all the difference in how much of our life we actually LIVE and how much of our life is spent merely waiting impotently for time to fix whatever is wrong. Or in how much of life is wasted hoping that time will hurry up, pass by quickly and save us from our heartaches or troubles.
Perspective is everything.
The glass can either be half empty or half full. It's up to us to decide. There will always be some times that are bad or uncomfortable to go through, these shape our character and add to our life experience too. The key is though, is to overbalance those times and make sure that good times far outweigh the ones that aren't so pleasant. Getting down or blue or downright angry now and then is normal, STAYING that way is a choice and not a good thing for us or anyone around us.
I've been marking time the last couple of months by constantly appreciating and savoring the warm glow of happiness that something wonderful and new being discovered can bring...while in the back of my mind always knowing and dreading (occasionally in the forefront of my thoughts) that time was counting down toward a period of separation. While it was not something conciously dwelled on or talked about, that marching on of time was inevitable and came today. In the middle of more than a bit of sadness, is a bit of relief too. For now that the day has finally come, the countdown has been changed. Changed from something to dread, to something much looked forward to in a different kind of marked time. Now time will instead begin to pass toward anticipation of something yet to come and something wanted...yearned for. It's all about perspective in how to handle life's little trials.
I've looked in my crystal ball...anticipation, worry, lonliness, warm feelings, happiness from unexpected words from far away, and planning of special surprises meant to cause smiles are all to come in the next few months. There will probably be a few other twists and turns I can't imagine...life is funny that way. Making the best of it and keeping the bright side in mind will make the difference. Lifting someone up when they can't find that silver lining and letting them do the same for you by leaning on them when it's needed makes time fly in so many ways...and will in the coming months.
So, today it begins...time is marching on...slowly, quickly, tensely, warmly. What's around the corner? Who knows? I DO know what is planned and what unfinished "business" is looked forward to...with GREAT anticipation. THEN time can stand still just as long as it wants.
~Time is a companion that goes with us on a journey. It reminds us to cherish each moment, because it will never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we have lived.~
~It's not the destination, but the journey that counts.~
*****************************************************
~For every dark night, there's a bright day after that, so no matter how hard it gets keep your head up, stick your chest out and handle it.~
Unknown
Stay vigilant-Stay Safe-Hurry Home
Hell on Wheels
XOXOXO
No comments:
Post a Comment