once upon my time

Ah, Wednesday, my old friend! So nice of you to drop by. Your arrival generally means that I can turn my gaze in the general direction of the weekend and stare at it intently as it approaches at, what I deem to be, an accelerated pace.

I’m always amazed at my knack for constructing all manner of countdowns that show time who’s boss (tsk tsk). The neurotic in me assumes that Thoreau would not be impressed. He was after all the one that said, “As if you could kill time without injuring eternity!” Ok this may seem a tad dramatic (I tend to err to the side of drama at the best of times) but I think he makes a good point.

Time is precious but it is also purposed and one of the biggest challenges that I face is not the sense that time is running away from me, but rather that, as Mark Twain said in response to the technological advances of his day, I tend to run away from time as I try and keep up with a world in hyperdrive: chasing ambitions, hopes and dreams.

Solomon said it well: “For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven.” But figuring out what to do with the time I have each day is a new challenge every morning – I guess that’s kind of the point.

And while we are on the topic of time – I have recently been revisiting some of my favourite songs from way back when and these beautiful (if somewhat melancholic) lyrics have to be shared:

“I’m looking past the shadows
Of my mind into the truth and
I’m trying to identify
The voices in my head
God, which one’s you?
Let me feel one more time
What it feels like to feel
And break these calluses off me
One more time

I am hanging on every word you say
And even if you don’t want to speak tonight
That’s alright, alright with me
‘Cause I want nothing more than to sit
Outside Heaven’s door and listen to you breathing
Is where I want to be ” – Lifehouse, Breathing

“And then I see You there
With Your arms open wide and You try to embrace me
These lonely tears I cry
They keep me in chains and I wish they’d release me
Cold is the night but
Colder still is the heart made of stone, turned from clay
And if you follow me
You’ll see all the black, all the white fade to grey” – Jars of Clay, Fade to Grey

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