We spend a lot of time talking about time. How time flies. Wondering where it goes. Trying to make up for lost time, and how it is high time. We complain about how we never have enough time. How we want it to slow down.

And how we all wish that we had more time.

But no matter how much we talk about it – time marches on. We can’t slow it down. We cannot reverse it. Nor can we revise it. It inexorably moves forward.

Second by second, minute-by-minute, hour-by-hour, day-by-day, month-by-month and year-by-year – time continues to tick.

As I age, the minutes and the days and the seasons seem to fly faster. For when I was a child, time stretched endlessly and infinitely before me.

But now, my reality is that more of my lifetime has passed behind me, than what remains ahead of me.

And so, time has become more precious to me.

Praying, “Lord, remind me how brief my time on earth will be. Remind me that my days are numbered – how fleeting my life is.” (Psalm 39:4, NLT)

Seeking, to be more mindful of time. Entering into the moments. Embracing experiences more fully, more deeply.

Savouring, the gift of each day.

Trying, to achieve at least some small thing every day. Making a positive difference in the world around me.

Spending, my time in meaningful ways. Investing in moments. Building memories. Especially with my beloved ones.

Treasuring, each breath.

For in the long run, the way I want to be remembered is not so much by the way I spent my time. Or by what I have accomplished with my time.

But by the way that I loved. Abundantly. Passionately. Unconditionally. Unreservedly.



This is Day 24 of my Write 31 Days series for 2017:  @fiveminutefriday daily prompt:  REVISE.

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