Is it just me, or does time seem to be passing by more quickly?Remember how eager we all were to see the year 2000?
It's gone.
Just like that.
When I was a child, I often heard adults complaining about how quickly time was passing, but to me, the days -- especially summer days -- seemed endless.
Now I understand.
Life is so hectic nowadays, it's almost as if you want to shout to the world, 'Just stop spinning for a minute, let me think.'
The older I become, the more I realize that life is not about power or work or wealth -- it's about love, and time ... and time is in limited supply. I've never understood people who boast about the fact that their careers have all but consumed their lives.
I've yet to see a tombstone that read: 'He worked 80 hours a week.' If you're only halfway enterprising in America, you can acquire money, but all the money in the world can't buy you more time.
Just think, every diamond, every ruby King Solomon ever accumulated, is still somewhere on this planet ... but he isn't. For years, government officials have tried to convince us to car pool to work or use public transportation.
What they've never understood is that sometimes, driving to and from work is the only time of day many of us get to spend by ourselves, with our own thoughts.
For most of us, it's not about OPEC or the ozone, though perhaps it should be.
It's about time.
For all our scientific and technological advances, we still can't outrun time.
Have all the facelifts you want, buy a sports car, date someone half your age, but as the saying goes, no one gets out of here alive.
One of the worst sins we can commit is wasting time, yet we all do it, everyday. Watching reruns.
Putting off calling our friends and family.
Complaining of boredom.
Sleeping until noon, not because you're tired, but just because.
One of my regrets in life is, I already know there isn't enough time to read all the great books I want to read, or see all the places in the world I want to see.
Even if I read 10 books every day for the rest of my life, some great new writer is always on the horizon.
Wouldn't you love to turn back the clock, knowing what you know now? While you can't undo the past, it's not too late to make the best of the time you have left.
If you're unhappy, do something about it.
Change is frightening, but living in misery is even worse.
Life is hard enough when everything is going well.
The same King Solomon who left behind so much treasure also is credited with leaving behind this beautiful prose: 'To every thing there is a time and a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.' In other words, don't just sit there, reading this column.
Time waits for no one.
Charita Goshay is a writer at The Repository in Canton, Ohio.
