"But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near."- Andrew Marvell (1621-1678)
Time Flies.
Time's up.
What time is it?
Too much time on my hands.
Time to go.
In no time.
Time is short.
Give me a little time.
Take all the time you need.
How much time do we have?
Never on time.
Time stood still.
Where has the time gone?
Time to think about time. What is it about time that we are so obsessed with it? Our culture is fixated on time.
Personally, I don't have a very good relationship with time. I would just as soon live in a culture that didn't keep track. That would suit me just fine.
Time constricts me. But I bet if we were honest we would all agree. Why do we spend so much time looking at clocks otherwise?
Here's my thought: we weren't designed to live in time. Do you hear people complaining about the air we breathe? Ok, well maybe in LA... But really, do we constantly say things like, "The oxygen content is perfect today." "Where did all this air come from?" "I got too much air today."
No, because we were made to live in and breathe air. It is our environment.
But I believe we were made to be timeless. To be eternal. We were created to live outside of time like God does. But we messed up - big time (there's that word again). So now we have a limit to our time. We are cursed to die. Every minute counts now. They are numbered. We know this in our core. We are limited and our time on earth is limited. But I think we also know something else, we aren't supposed to be limited.
That is God's voice in us. We are created to live eternally. We can, of course. He has shown us how. But even those of us who have that assurance of eternal life, we still feel hounded by time. It just isn't the way things are supposed to be.
Time
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Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.
Awesome perspective, Kay. I totally agree!
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