Monday, February 27, 2012
"Time: That which man is always trying to kill,
but which ends in killing him."
How often have we said when asked "What are you doing?" responded, "Oh, I'm just killing time."? Think about that for a minute. When it comes to our time here on earth, time is finite. We have only a certain amount. Why would we kill any of it?
I suppose it's because I'm getting older (really older, for which I am exceedingly grateful considering the alternative) that I'm focusing more on what time is left for us all. I know that as I draw my last breath, I'll regret all that time I killed.
I'm not saying here that every moment should be productive, but that when you're not producing you should appreciate the beauty of what's all around you. The love of family and friends; the quiet of sunrise, punctuated only by the sounds of nature; the shimmer of dew on the grass; the joy of just being alive. Sit outside and close your eyes and listen to the sounds of life all around you. That's not killing time - that's loving it.