Time ends.
It is usually viewed as this infinite thing that cannot be defined. Science and religion have tried to tell us how it all began and even how it might end. But on a cosmic level, it is not something we can see end. It is not something anyone alive now can hope to see end. But time ends.
A second. A glance. A word. It’s strange how powerful these seemingly little measures can be the difference between life and death.
You’re sitting in a bus reading a novel and easing into the sound of the engine you know so well after hundreds of trips like this one. You notice a baby flapping her chubby arms across her mother’s shoulders and you smile. The baby’s wide eyes glow and she smiles widely, innocently beautiful.
I have a mild interest in science fiction for the simple reason that it is sort of a predictor of what is to come based on reality. While most fictions miss the mark completely, some hit bull’s-eye with uncanny precision.
The most interesting of the lot, however, are those that we never see coming because they sound too ridiculous or those that are presently the case but sound like fiction.
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Time is a well-known universal treasure owned by all. Also, almost everyone now knows the preciousness of time, at least in theory. And anyone could preach a compelling sermon or deliver a motivational lecture about how time is life, and how it is important for everyone to take it seriously if they intend to achieve anything worthwhile in life. Continue reading “Time, purpose and the meaning of everything”
If there is anything anyone should cherish, keep, guard with all jealousy and zealousness, it is their time.
Time is unarguably the most precious commodity everyone possesses. And as precious as it is, it is given equally to everyone everywhere everyday–as long as they still have breath in them. The only difference is that, while everyone has equal access to time in a day, some people’s time run out before others.
Let me be less vague.
Distance and time are two things that could make or mar you. Distance, they say, makes the heart grow fonder. Also, some say, out of sight, out of mind.
Time heals all wounds.
These three are some common saying about time and distance.
Some times, you just need time to clear your head, to get yourself in order, to figure out where you are and find a way forward.
And to do that, some times you need space. You need to put a wide gap between you and whatever it is that got you tied up in a bunch in the first place, between you and that overwhelming thing; your job or a person or your kind of lifestyle.
A thought kept buzzing in my mind as I closed for work that Friday evening. The thought of a romantic weekend with my lady. I hastily packed my bag, placing my laptop upside down – I never do that! And humming Don Williams’ Shelter of Your Eyes with a bright smile on my face. She should almost be home now, if not already. Moyin likes to surprise me, or so she thinks, whenever she visits. But the way her face lights up when I feign surprise gives me a kind of happiness that makes me want to keep that smile on her forever. It has been five months since she last visited. So, you can imagine my excitement when she called me in the evening of Wednesday to tell me that she was coming in two days. Of course that meant a romantic dinner, crazy cuddling; we would stare at the night’s sky in each other’s arms giggling like kids, and I would not bother to tell you about the sex, other than it always left us breathless and satisfied.
