“Time is the most indefinable yet paradoxical of things; the past is gone, the future is not come, and the present becomes the past even while we attempt to define it, and, like the flash of lightning, at once exists and expires.”
~Charles Caleb Colton
My brother wrote about time, its fleeting quality and the fact that the mind gets caught up in it or rather the mind and time go hand and hand.
What is time? Can you see it and does your body know what time it is on the clock, or does your body simply feel its way through the day?
We are taught to eat by the hour hands on a clock and go to sleep by time, and not body’s physical feelings. We expect certain things from children in time with little allowance for individual growth.
Time seems to take priority over individual self.
Time slips away we say or is life slipping away? Is it that we allow our selves to watch time instead of seeing what we are doing?
The more I am aware of what I am doing, how I am spending my time and with whom, the less time seems to matter.
Maybe it isn’t about time at all but instead about being aware of your feelings at all times.
Feeling your feelings in time.
We somehow feel that by spending time, we are sharing ourselves and many times we are just sharing time.
Doesn’t that remind you of school, taking up space and time?
Life is so much more than taking up space and time in another’s life.
Yet we some how feel it is okay to waste time, but what you are really doing is wasting your life.
Your life has value minute by minute.
We add its value, with feeling and action; we add the content to time.
You are what you do in time.
