By John W. Vander Velden
Time never stands still, no matter how much we would hope it would. Nor are able to push it along at a faster pace.
The measure of time seems a finite quantity, with each part of our lives assigned a set portion. So why do the days seem shortest while we are on vacation? That is the non-stuck in the terminal waiting for our flight days. The days we frolic far from home, while we rush about attempting to cram as much “life” into the “shrunken” hours. So often we feel just “warmed up” when reluctantly we must return to our hotel. Another day closer to work’s obligations.
And work. How do our employers so skillfully stretch eight hours into – well -- something longer? The time clock sets the standard. Yet there are times I am certain, when there are those that fiddle with the time/space continuum.
I understand that everything is relative, and that is the real reason time seems so elastic. So it becomes our choice, for we have more control over the 4th dimension than we realize. Each day is a gift – filled with twenty-four un-repeating hours. Special parcels we may share with others or spend in solitude. Within those hours we face challenges. Within those hours we deal with difficulties. Within those hours we achieve triumphs. Yes, each day our life moves forward with its highs and lows, for within those hours we exist, and how we spend those hours affect others and form the people we will become.
Tick-tock -- How will you use your time?