So I find it totally amazing how quickly the time disappears. Now I know that is not anything at all like an original statement, it is not meant to be.
The statement serves to acknowledge how I concur with the other millions of people who would like to have the pace of life slow but feel absolutely out of control with no way to make that happen.
Daily, no more like minute by minute, the time rips by at x2 the speed of light.
Yesterday was New Years today it is the middle of June and some laughs, memories or future commitments are all we have to show for it. I was speaking with a friend the other day and the subject veered off to the abstract of what’s next. Do we come back, is there a God, and is death like never waking up again. Like millions before us…we had no answers.
What we did have was a good time that morning and maybe that is all we should hope for.
Looking at that in another way, I remember having great discussions with a good friend many years ago then losing contact with that friend and when I sought him out to catch up I discovered he was no longer with us. The facts were, I would never have another conversation with him.
So yeah I am certain that being grateful for the here and now are important. That brings up a question. When you morn for the death of a friend or loved one just exactly what are you sad about? Why do you lament? Is grief an expression of selfishness? I mean although we cannot prove it I am pretty sure the dead feel nothing at all about being dead.
Only those left behind, for whatever time we have left, grieve. This has drifted off into the morbid.
At this moment I sit at the handicap table in a local coffee bistro. I can remember as a child this exact same geographical location was an open field we all rode our bicycles in on the way to play ball or go fishing. Now the fishing holes are gone, replaced by government facilities and the ball parks have been covered with condos and 7/11s. In the last 30 minutes as I have been creating this document, I would think maybe a hundred different people have come and gone from this store. Some of them look familiar from some other time. None of them have said hello or really even looked my way with a nod or a wink. But there have been several pretty girls to stir the imagination and a few old men who probably know a thing or two about pretty young girls that they would share if they had someone to sit and listen.
In and out, coffee or tea, cold and hot, with or without the business of being human is just that.
So as you go on and on and the next time you are hit with the not so original thought of how quickly the time has gone think about the minute or hour before that thought. Then take a deep breath, blow it out slowly, say hello to the next pretty girl or old man that passes by.
And smile that night as you close your eyes for they might never open again.