Time

I turned all my clocks ahead last night. "Spring forward. Fall back," as the reminder goes. Poof! I've changed time! It is a good reminder of how much of our world as human beings is fabrication. 

The unfabricated aspect of my existence has always fascinated me. I tend to be very aware of the change of light through the seasons. When I have lived near the ocean, I have always marked changes brought about by changing tides on my daily walks. I am puzzled by those who need to be awed by mythological gods. There is so much awe in simply opening the eyes to what our lives really are.

My sensitivity to time has grown more severe with age. It was always somewhat above average. Being a clinical nurse is all about time and timing. Now that I am 62, I can see the stretch of time more clearly, because I can feel the approach of my ending in time. This is not a morbid sentimentality. I can feel my body winding down in stamina and available strength. Muscle gurus and the new breed of info-doctors on public broadcasting are full of it when they try to convince you that you can physically feel like 20 when you are 62. They are simply selling snake oil in the form of books and DVDs. 

The up side of this awareness of time is a growing appreciation of the benefits of leading a life of healthy habits and self-development through maintaining education and consciousness. Stumbling down the road to oblivion in the dark is no fun. Those with frozen smiles of Botox and plastic surgery may look happy, but that is because they cannot move their faces. Appreciating time for what it is and how to use it bring greater joy.


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