17 Saturday Dec 2022
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Time turns the page,
Its benign eyes watch
As hands stretch out,
Offering the wisdom of experience
In exchange for the innocence of youth,
And we grasp at it
As if it were the only way,
As if it somehow offered up
An answer to our lives,
And how so easily we part
With all that we once knew,
And concepts such as hope and faith
Now gather dust on shelves,
That lie beyond our sight
And so far from our reach.
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Time passes, without us realizing it, when we were younger, we think, we have, eternity in our hands, that time never gets dpent up, and, we waste away our years of youth, then we wake up one day, find ourselves, no longer young, we wonder, where those years have gone, and, we waste more time on, regrets, still not realizing, that, we are still, wasting what limited time we have, away.
A great response, and absolutely true. Thing is, as we leave nothing behind, is time ever wasted, or is everything truly pointless?
Far too much attention is given to “time”, something which varies and is interpreted differently as we age and with circumstances. More important: to pull those dusty thoughts of faith hope and love off the shelf again and delve into them instead. There’s too much working 9-5 and Monday-Friday and working for the weekend and maybe someday and when I’m older and not now I’m busy… taking our eyes off “time” and focusing on the important things is where the peace really lies.
Tara, this is a fantastic response to this piece, and you have grasped perfectly what I was aiming for – thank you. What I have found (now that I have slipped away from the ‘9-5’ (which was probably closer to 7-6)) is that my ‘time’ is filled but with things that I want to do and with people with whom I want to be (yay!). The only time that ‘time’ comes into play is when we need to take a train!!
Thank you, Tara, for reading me so well.
It’s so great when we get to that point in our lives (for many, sadly, it comes late in life) when we really get a hold of the important things.
And I totally get that “7-6” because that’s really how it is. So often we get caught up in the money and status quo, trained from early “schooling” that the way to get ahead is to apply all our energy into work. The problem is, it chips away at our souls. We were designed to Create and Wonder and be good stewards of that which is entrusted to us (be it land or children etc etc). So it’s not just the time we are clocked in… it’s the money for appropriate clothing and setting the alarm to get ready and commute, not to mention the time coming home. Then at home it’s thinking about work and co-workers and doing better and feeling like we aren’t good enough there or at home… it’s a vicious cycle. This is why I often tell people to do the thing that they are good at and which brings them peace or joy. I’m not saying don’t work… only don’t be a slave to “time”. Let it work for you, not the other way around.
I couldn’t have put it better, Tara – hopefully we have instilled as much into our children.
Once it’s passed you by, it can’t ever be reclaimed – all too often we look back wondering where it all went. Very poignant words, Chris! 🙂
Glad you enjoyed this one , Tom, and thanks for the comment.