Time

I just read this statement:  

“Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can’t. You know the month, the year, the day of the week. There is a clock on your wall or the dashboard of your car. You have a schedule, a calendar, a time for dinner or a movie. Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.”

And now I feel like someone has dun me over with a Mack Truck.  

Is this what causes my crippling anxiety?  

Is this why I can’t get enough of every second of my children?

Is this why I carry so much guilt for the moments that I spend alone – doing nothing?  

Is this why I feel like I have done so much, but not nearly enough in my 31 years? 

 

 

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