Increasingly I get this intense sense of urgency. There's not much time left, I tell myself almost every day. More than 50% of my life is surely over. Maybe much more, who knows. So, I tell myself, do, do, do all that you want to do. And do it fast. Don't postpone.
And to think of all those people who 'kill' time. To think of the millions who grope to find ways to 'pass time.' Just bored. Don't know what to do. Aimlessly slouch. Throw pebbles into water. Munch peanuts. Watch a lousy movie knowing it is lousy. A long phone chat. Cover oneself up to the eyes and try to sleep. Kill time. Somehow kill it. Mercilessly.
Funny. The thought - that every second we kill is a bit of our lives chipped off. All by ourselves. A second given to one but kicked away because one did not know what to do with it. A second that will never come back, even if one were to beg it to.
Are we all really so very ready for death? Ready as we are to give up chips and chunks of our lives, I doubt that we are prepared to move on. We have just not got round to associating the time that we kill with OUR LIFESPAN. But maybe it is time we did. It will give an entirely new spin to life. Add a new dimension to our thoughts. And most of us sure could do with a jolt or two!
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