Time

When we are young, time can’t seem to move fast enough.

We hope and wish for summer vacation, school to end, and are always looking for the next “thing” to happen. When we get a little older, not sure at what point, but we realize that time would be nicer if it could slow down a little bit.

As the seasons change, the weeks go by, the days, hours, minutes seem to fly.

How is it that we are at this point in life and how the heck did we get here so damn fast?

Wasn’t it only yesterday that we were turning 20ish…our whole lives ahead of us, the future was so bright we had to wear shades. Yes corny line, but so true. Now the future is still bright and magnificent, but we wish to slow it down. Slow it down to savor the moment, really truly experience the events that are bestowed upon us.

Like savoring a delectable treat, or dare I say, undressing your partner for the first time and making love. That explicit experience you never get to relive again. But you will forever replay in your mind over and over again.

We can’t slow time down, but we can control how we absorb the life we live. How we experience the events of today, tomorrow and how we reflect upon the events of the past.

As the past has molded us, it does not define us. We move on from certain ways, people, we grow, we learn, and we hopefully can make changes for the betterment of our lives. It doesn’t always happen, but then there are those quiet moments where we reflect and realize we are not the same person we were five, ten, twenty years ago.

We have changed.

The years go by, and we somehow, some way, find ourselves. Find our spirit and it is ignited by that wanderlust, that need for something deeper than what is on the surface. Sometimes it’s sparked by a person, an idea, a place, but no matter what it is, it’s on fire.

And that fuels the desire for more.

As humans we need that fuel, that desire, without it we become stagnant. We wallow, we revert backwards, we stay still. Nothing good can come of staying still. Not even a tree stays still. Yes it is grounded, and rooted in the lush soil, but it is constantly persevering the odds set forth against it.

To be free, yet grounded, and rooted, is a wonderfully beautiful thing to behold.

A contradiction in terms, an oxymoron of sorts, but yet still achievable.

Relish in the time at hand, experience the time you have, truly experience it and live it to the fullest of your capabilities. Don’t hold back.

Chaucer was correct when he said…

“Time and tide wait for no man”

Don’t let the ship of life leave port without your ass on board!! 😉 I know I have a ship to catch…