Time is something we have always had in our lives but in different ways. When we were younger there never seemed to be enough of it. Weekends sped by in a blur of children’s events, house projects, etc. Weeks were filled with obligations at work or home or in the community.
Now in our eighth decade there is all sorts of time. Work does not call us as we are retired, and our children are grown and gone. One can spend an entire day reading a whole book or sitting in front of the television watching reruns of shows we used to enjoy. We can nap, we can play solitaire or other games on our iPads, or stare into space. Time used to push us and now we have to be careful to push time.
There is still a world out there not only of family but of community that can use this time we have so much of. We may not be as sprightly as we once were, but we have a wealth of knowledge and experience that is worth something. Our hair may be gray, but our hearts can be as young as they ever were. The world is changing, and we need to change and grow with it. Was it really better when we were younger or just different?
We have slowed and time has slowed. The drums we march to have a quieter beat, but we can still put one foot in front of the other. It is alright to spend our time in ways we could not before, but be careful …. the world is still out there and we need to give it what we have.