Time waits for no one.
Time changes everything.
Time is what prevents everything from happening at once.
People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to affect, but actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective point of view, it’s more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey… stuff.
Rosemary and thyme. Okay, maybe not.
Tracked on a calendar, whichever one you want, we divide time into various slices from the projected lifespan of the universe all the way down to Planck time. But however you think of it, we each only have a certain amount of time and there’s no way to know how much.
There are a lot of things you can do to take care of yourself and increase the amount of time you’re likely to have, and yet almost none of those do anything to protect you from random chance. Shit, as the old cliché goes, happens. So I’m teaching myself to be grateful for every scrap of time I have, to not waste anyone else’s, and to always be doing something important. Important to me, really, because I’m the only one who can decide what is important for me. You may pick different things. You probably will.
Time is precious.
Another, and not very original way to look at it is this: the universe existed for billions of years before I was born, and it will go on existing for trillions more after I die. My span of time, however long I have, is that little blip in between. So whether or not I have fewer days ahead than there are behind, and however many days I have left, I can’t, at this point, lament the time I might have lost or wasted. There’s no point. I still have to live what I have left. I still have to fill that span of time with important things and recognize that there will be an ending.
To cliché, I don’t intend to cry when it’s over, but hope I can smile because it happened.
Be well, everyone.