“Time is like a drug;
It kills you if you have too much of it”
Time is rare.
It is taken away during the ‘businesses of living’;
Where everybody is chasing after it
So as to make it count.
Everything seems urgent:
Students are busy in school,
The youth are busy courting, and marrying,
Others are busy filling the earth as commanded,
While others are busy raising children.
Everybody is in a hurry:
Children are busy growing up.
Laborers are busy meeting the growing work demands.
Parents are busy growing old.
Some say, “Time flies”;
That “Time is like a river”,
Because one cannot touch the same water twice;
That time inevitably goes never to return.
There is no replay,
There is no rewind.
Others say, “Time does not go”;
It is infinite.
It is living things that pass away
Because they are finite.
Yet others say, “Time is like money”,
When you have it you don’t know what to do with it;
And when you don’t there’s a million things you need it for.
But I say, whether it is “Time”
Or “Living things” that fly,
What matters is our attitude
When dealing with time.
We are the navigators;
And therefore we can make piloting
Through the business of life, stress free
If we use our own strengths and talents
To run our own race;
Without comparing ourselves to others,
And without looking down on ourselves.
“Time is like a handful of sand;
The tighter you grasp it,
The faster it runs through your fingers” – Henry David Thoreau