In all our 21st century inventions, it’s the one thing that has continued to evade us- the thing we cannot recreate, erase or prolong. It’s immeasurable and invaluable- and somehow, we never feel that we have enough.
“Look at them,” My father says as he watches my eldest daughters roll the ball down his billiard table while the youngest pulls every book off of his bookshelf. “It doesn’t matter how many times you have seen this. It’s incredible. I just wish I could know them when they are 26, 28, getting married, having babies of their own.”
Anyone looking in would agree that my 85 year-old father has lived a complete and fulfilling life. Five children, 10 grandchildren and two great-grandaughters – all healthy. I envy his reign and only hope I can follow in his footsteps.
And yet as precious as time is, how unbelievable is it that we waste it on jobs we hate, partners we know are not good for us, choices we know are not right? It’s as if we falsely assume their will be time for better decisions later . . .
Time has never seemed more precious to me than when I am on an airplane. For whatever reason, it terrifies me and I am left wanting more time. I want to be present for my daughters as they age- I want to witness their growth and change. I want time to fish and hike with my husband and time to read on my own.
But even when you’ve had 85 years full of health and mostly happy memories, you still are left wanting and wondering what, if anything, comes after our time here on Earth. What yet do we not understand?
All we know for sure of our life on Earth is now. Our current time. Are we appreciating it? Reveling in it? Not waiting for something better? Making “the most” of it?
We must. For anything less . . . is a waste of time.