I've been thinking a lot about an old Jim Croce song, "Time In a Bottle". If you haven't heard it, I hope you will look it up. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dO1rMeYnOmM It contains some really profound lines. There never is enough time, is there?
I'm probably feeling this way because I have a birthday coming up. Each one serves to remind me that time is slipping away. And at a rapid pace. The young don't feel this like us old people do. Somebody wise explained it this way: Young people have a shorter span of time to remember, so to them there is still plenty of time to do what they want. Older people have a much larger memory bank and realize they haven't accomplished near enough and they hear the clock ticking at an alarming rate. Or another way to explain it: On a scale of 1 to 10, young people are at a 2 or 3 and older people are at an 8 or 9.
There are days like today, I would love to take a nap. I don't because I want to keep those precious two hours.
But, what can we really do about the slipping minutes. hours and days? Nothing. Father Time marches on with or without us. We should strive to use our time wisely, creatively and gratefully. Or we can sit and fret and worry about things while the clock keeps tick-tocking away.
How well do you use your time?
