Time
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Time is a fascinating concept…how often she has us worried or perplexed…as we wonder how something as simple as time…ends up being so complex.
We know our time upon this Earth had a definite beginning and will have a definite end…as we live we discover she can be our enemy…and she can be our friend.
We are born without the concept of time…it is nowhere in our head…we only think about being warm…and held…and we think about being fed.
Then, one day we become aware of time and the trouble she can create…most likely it was the first time our parents told us we’d have to wait.
We spent much of our childhood and youth realizing time is something we will never master…always wishing to be a little older…that time would move a little faster.
Once we grow a little older and our concept of time is stronger…we have beautiful moments where we wish time would slow down and let them last a little longer.
And we have moments of great sadness when our world has turned to grey…when we wish time could speed up and as she does…whisk our sorrow away.
In fact, it seems we have this running feud with time the older and older we grow…sometimes wishing she’d move fast…other times praying she’ll go slow.
I imagine time is up there smiling each time we ask her to fulfill our needs…for she knows, no matter what we ask, she moves at but one speed.
Then one day we reach an age where time is no longer as important…where it no longer controls our head…where, once again, we’re happy just being warm and held…and fed.
A point in life when time slows down…and we are thankful…we are glad…
just to sit,
look back,
and smile…
at all the wonderful times we’ve had.
Copyright © Jim Yerman | Year Posted 2021
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