Where does it go? This picture was taken on Jan. 1, 2012 at the lake. It was unseasonably warm for January in Pennsylvania.
Today (June 25) it’s almost half way through another year.
I wonder how the moments of each day can pass by so quickly…even more quickly, it seems, as I age. Yet there still remains 24 hours to each day.
The real barometer of time is when you look at kids who are no longer kids.
Like a drop of water in the lake, the hours in a day reflect a speck in eternity.
As I grow older…and wiser, I hope…I realize the relative unimportance of so many things I once thought were so critical to my life such as making sure I get my work all done for the day — it’s like laundry; there’s always more tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that.
But time is fleeting when our thoughts dwell on the past — what we’ve done, what we meant to do — or on the future — what we plan to do. When we spend so much time each day on all that, we miss NOW, the only time there really is to be who we are and do what we want to do.
Enjoy your time today. Live it to the fullest. Slow down and let the laundry until tomorrow. Soon enough the days will lose their warmth and light. Enjoy it today.