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A Measure of Time
07.13.04 (3:36 pm)   [edit]
Time is the rhythm of a heartbeat.

Times measure is gauged by the sensation of a stomach.

Time never passes quickly enough, especially in moments of boredom or anticipation, but always fleetingly when you are having fun.

Time becomes meaningful with the measure of a device, but eventually you learn it has more meaning when measured by experience.

Time changes from something infinite to finite, with the passing of your first loved one.

Time is something to be managed, compressed and filtered; priorities are juggled and values cast aside for the next moment.

Time becomes pinnacle with the realization that it is likely there are less than half of your quota of heartbeats left to you.

Time becomes fleeting, not because it moves any faster, but because each moment of it becomes proportionally smaller to the scope of your experiences.

Time becomes precious, because you realize you have few peers left to share it with; there is a realization tomorrow can never be taken for granted again and each day becomes accepted as a gift.

Time is bitterly frozen when you are aware of its passing, but you are incapable to move at its cadence.

Time becomes eternally meaningless when the old vessel you used to measure its passage lays inert, but the spirit of your essence remains. Time is now measured by how you used it and nothing more remains.
 


posted by: ScarlettGKPi (reply)
post date: 07.13.04 (1:43 pm)

I like that! Time is something that truly is so incredibly precious and we should take each moment we have for what it really is!



posted by: Greybeard (reply)
post date: 07.13.04 (3:33 pm)

So true! Thanks for the visit.



posted by: BLOU (reply)
post date: 07.13.04 (3:40 pm)

All I know is that there just is never enough of it! The first 20 years of my life seemed to take forever but the second 20 was gone in a blink! It does march on!



posted by: Greybeard (reply)
post date: 07.13.04 (3:46 pm)

Reply to: ScarlettGKPi
The amazing thing is, I think I said something deep and meaningful and it took less than two typed pages to do it! LOL ;-})> Glad you enjoyed the effort.



posted by: BLOU (reply)
post date: 07.13.04 (6:50 pm)

Reply to: Greybeard
ya ... it kinda stunned me too! :D



posted by: Atomsk (reply)
post date: 07.15.04 (8:16 am)

wow that was deep eh. always nice to read you blog dude



posted by: Cyberpal (reply)
post date: 07.16.04 (11:42 am)

Great post Grey... ;)

"Time is an illusion....there is never enough time, unless you're serving it"



posted by: whiskeypapa (reply)
post date: 08.23.04 (1:39 pm)

I once saw in a comedy routine, the name of which I can't remember, a skit where the guy was dying and something goes "whoosh" He said "what the heck was that?" " that was your life, mate" he was told. " oh, can I see it again?" he asked, "no sorry, mate, that was it"
And it will be it, for all of us. It goes so quickly and can never be returned. Your day may not end up the way it started out. Time is precious. Enjoy what you have.



posted by: whiskeypapa (reply)
post date: 08.23.04 (1:39 pm)

I once saw in a comedy routine, the name of which I can't remember, a skit where the guy was dying and something goes "whoosh" He said "what the heck was that?" " that was your life, mate" he was told. " oh, can I see it again?" he asked, "no sorry, mate, that was it"
And it will be it, for all of us. It goes so quickly and can never be returned. Your day may not end up the way it started out. Time is precious. Enjoy what you have.

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