Time. What does it mean to you? The passing of one minute to the next. One day. A year. A century. A millennium? Is is even possible to think about that? Or do you think of time as being in the workplace. At school. Monday to Friday. 8 a.m. to 5 p.m. Weekends. Holidays. Time off – the weekend. When I was teaching my life seemed to be split into term-times. Breaks when I could have a life. If I wasn’t ill, or had a hundred reports to write or coursework to mark. No, let’s not dwell on that time.
Is time a constraint? Or freedom? Do you take the time to stand and stare? To absorb the beauty that is around you? Or do you rush through life hating to waste time.
Time to sleep. Time to dream. Time to contemplate. Time to have fun. Times of drought. Doing ‘time’. A season. An era. The beat of music. And yes, time does go faster as you grow older.
Can time be timeless? Are you having a good time, the time of your life?