Time
Time is illusive, yet constant. The key is to embrace it.
Time. It’s a bit of an enigma, as when we are loving an experience, it seems to fly; and when we are unhappy with what is happening, it feels like it drags on so slowly.
But in truth, it is the same for both categories. Minutes are minutes, hours are hours, whether they seem to go fast or slow. They move at the same pace.
When I was a kid, years seemed to take so long to complete. The two-hour drive from our family home to my grandparents’ houses in Niagara Falls seemed interminable.
And now in my sixth decade, I just wish I could slow time down. The years seem to fly by.
As a child, I thought it would be amazing to make it to the year 2000 (when I would be 43). As a senior who loves life, I just want to embrace and cherish every moment, hoping for many more.
When I struggled with my children, I thought they would never grow up. And now, they have reached middle age. How is that possible? How could time have moved by so quickly?
I don’t know that I thought a lot about time as a young or middle-aged adult. I was so busy with my kids and work. I remember these years being full of constant new beginnings. The children would have new experiences. I would reach new achievements with my work…
