My Perspective On Time

 hands of time

I remember as a child, if I was told that I had to wait a year for something, that year seemed like an eternity. I’m sure all of us can remember back to the days shortly before we were old enough to qualify to get our drivers license. I can remember those days. As my sixteenth birthday loomed closer and closer, the wait seemed to become agonizing and unbearable.

As I have continued my journey through life, something that I have discovered is that time is relative. As a child, the span of a year or two seemed like a very long time. In contrast, now that I am approaching fifty years of age, a year or two seems to pass in the blink of an eye. I look back to the day that my oldest son was born nearly twenty five years ago, and even though that was a quarter of a century ago, the fond memories I have of that day makes it seem like it was yesterday. Some days I am asking myself the questions, “Where did time go? How did I get to fifty years old so fast?”

Time is all relative. I have found that the older I get, the faster time seems to go. When I think about time in these terms, sometimes I regret some of the precious time I have wasted at times over the years. The funny thing about life is that you get to an age eventually where it finally dawns on you that all of those years are gone, and you’ll never get them back. Now I can’t say that I am living today in regrets. Any mistakes I have made in the past have helped to mold me, and teach me valuable lessons that I would not have learned had I not made the mistakes to start with. I can comfortably say today that I am happy, I am blessed, and that God has been good to me. So…I guess it all turned out the way it was supposed to.

If I could offer any advice to someone that is young that may be reading this, it would be to never take time, not even a single day for granted. Make the most of your days, because every day is a day that you will never get back. I remember reading in the Bible in the book of James where is says that life is like a vapor that appears for a little while, and then vanishes away. How true that is. The years come and the years go, and you eventually come to a place in your life where you are asking yourself, “Where did time go?” It would be awesome if every single day all of us could live life like today was our last day. This would make us not hold back anything. It would make us be bold and do the things that we always wanted to do, and say the important things we need to say to the important people in our lives. You never know if you will get a chance tomorrow to do and say what really matters.

I remember an old decorative plate that my Mother had hanging on the wall of the kitchen when I was a child. It wasn’t a particularly attractive plate, but the words on it were powerful. I read the words on that old plate one day as a child, and they were forever ingrained in my memory. The words on the plate were as follows:

The hands of time are wound but once
And no man holds the power
To tell just when the hands will stop
At late or early hour

Now is the only time we have
Live, love, and toil with a will
Place no faith in tomorrow
For the clock may then be still.

What profound words those are! Today truly is the only time we have. We cannot change our past, and tomorrow is not guaranteed for any of us. I pray the God would help us all to realize that today is the day that matters. If we live one day at a time, and make the absolute most of today, we will be making great strides in living a happy life free of regrets. Someone once said, “The past is behind, learn from it. The future is ahead, prepare for it. The present is here, live it.” That’s great advice.

Thanks for Reading,

Until next time,

Mark

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