I thought that the “Thought for today” a couple of months ago was ever so appropriate yesterday – or was that several days ago - or yet again today? Time has slipped out of my hands, races forward at a frightening speed and doesn’t want to stretch out in order for me to enjoy all that there is to enjoy.
« Every noon as the clock hands arrive at twelve, / I want to tie the two arms together, / And walk out of the bank carrying time in bags. -Robert Bly, poet (b. 23 Dec 1926) »
One can spend time, kill time, use time wisely and there is even an expression « to save time », but I am not convinced that the latter is true.
Have you ever tried to hold onto that minute, that hour, that day ? And been successfull ?
And why is there a « Father time » but no « Mother time » I ask you – o.k. I know the answer to that one, mothers never have enough time so it’s useless to give us more to play with than we can handle. We may be organized and competent in many, many ares, but saving time is probably not one of them.