Passage of Time

The new year just began. Seemingly moments ago, but here we are writing the blog for January 14th. That’s half a month gone already. Soon the month of January will be gone and into February we will be. Time moves swiftly these days. Maybe it is just because I am paying attention to it?

Writing a daily blog has taught me to observe dates and deadlines. You and I have been in this space before, many times. Projects, due dates, significant planned events, measuring the passage of time and how much is left to complete a needed task. Somehow the resource of time leaks away rapidly as the stakes appear larger.

And with age. When I was young time seemed to stand still. We wondered about the inactivity. We wondered about the molecular constitution of a minute, its seconds, the hours, and days. We were not employed much at the time, so time did stand still. My birthday never came. Christmas was stalled many months ahead. So too, were school vacations, family trips and vacations to amazing places.

Those special events and activities did come, of course, and right on schedule. It was I who stood still. Not time.

Like the sound of silence, the pulse of time is steady and ever present. It is a dwindling resource. We spend it with awareness of its value. Oh, how precious it is!

In a noisy world, silence truly is golden. In a bumptious, busy world, activity is always on crescendo. Moving faster and noisier, life sweeps us along. The current is swift and powerful. It moves this way and that with its own sense of direction. We are along for the ride.

Best we make the most of it. Observe and learn what it all means. Put pieces of life together to see their fit and purpose. Understand the how and why. Use these lessons to construct better things. As we do the sounds and tempos become more important, more noticeable. Of course, they are moving along, with or without us. It is a train of events with many depots to visit. Get aboard and be a part of it.

Or not. And watch time stand still. Hear silence engulf the self. Then, nothing. The passage is complete. Wait! Not yet! There is still much to do.

January 14, 2022

 

 

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