Time, a friend and an enemy. Each moment that passes just becomes a memory. Will we embrace time, or will we fight it?
What is time, why are we so governed by it? What is this cruel and unjust madness that sits in the background of our existence? And yet, if we never were we would have none.
Alas, when we lay our heads down in bed thoughts of days gone by and visions of days to come flood our minds. Questions of what and how we lived our days haunt us into making what is left better. Will we? Will it just be another failed resolution?
Is this life all we get? Is the current lifespan it? If so mankind has a warped sense of participation in life on planet earth. The current system of monetary dominance to get what we [think] we want all to arrive at what is deemed success is quite disturbing. How much time did we waste getting there? How many opportunities at a healthy emotional and spiritual reality did we squander to become void of heart and soul?
The clock continues, the seconds tick, minutes, hours, days and years pass. The sun rises and sets. The seasons come and go. Who is watching? Who is paying attention? To what honor do we owe for wasting any of it? Running full steam ahead to get to the end of the race to see our dreams unfold in a new reality, wanting that time back.
As the days come and days go, we run through life in a desperate attempt to stay ahead of the ticking clock. At the end of each day we all just seem to come up short, cheated once again. Time, a friend and an enemy. Each moment that passes just becomes a memory. Will we embrace time, or will we fight it?
As a friend, time is a gift. As an enemy, time merely eats away at our sanity.
Consider, is your definition of time a tool for success and wealth, or is time an offering, a chance if you will, to experience your true identity on a whole new level.