Time. This is Stephanie Colpron’s subject for our Tale Weaver this week.
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Today I’d like you tell me a tale about time; when you felt it slip through your fingers, when you realise how precious it was, or when you reminisced a time of happiness, sadness… Or a tale about time travelling, or time wrapping if you felt inclined to share a fiction work.
I wrote a post on this way back in March 2014 and have borrowed some of the text and tweaked it a little for today’s contribution.
If you’d like to read the original, you can do so here
Time must be one of the most misused, misunderstood or perhaps flexible words in our language.
Once Upon A Time in the fairy tales is oh so very long ago, but put a Time line in our own lives, and it can be just a few seconds.
Look it up on the internet and you become bogged down with the scientifics of dimensions and long winded explanations, so I opted for this from MathsIsFun.com
Time is the ongoing sequence of events taking place. The past, present and future.
We measure time using seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years.
Nice, simplistic definition of something we all take for granted and never seem to have enough of.
But think about the references we make to Time, each and every day. Have you ever stopped to really think about it? I mean, given it a second thought (pun intended) .
We ask someone to ‘Hang on a minute,’ or say ‘I’ll be with you in a sec‘, but in the true definition of Time, is that waiting period 60 or one second respectively? Unlikely, as Time in these instances can be of any duration, regardless of what we said.
Women talk about their Body Clocks and time running out to start a family (men don’t have this problem though do they, many male celebrities are becoming fathers again in their 70s or even 80s) and we speak of ‘making time’ when really all we’re doing is improving our time management skills.
Time waits for No-One is so very true.
We cannot stop it. Even if our clocks or watches stop, that’s just the mechanics.
When we are children, a year seems such a long time, but as an adult, it’s not long enough. So much to do, so little time. Tick tock, tick tock. Always busy, always on the go.
I wonder wherever I found the Time to hold down a full time job, let alone another 3 evenings a week. My days are filled with different things now, but the hours fly by and before I know it, another day is over, then a week, and now we are almost at the end of another year!
We may share experiences, but each will remember it differently. The song “I remember it well” from the 1958 film Gigi sums this up perfectly, even if it was from an entertainment point of view:
“We met at nine (we met at eight), I was on time (no, you were late)“
Lyrics by : Alan Jay Lerner / Frederick Loewe
Unlike the movies, there is no rehearsal or extra takes for real life. This is it.
Each second is unique. It cannot be duplicated, it cannot be relived. It is a once in a lifetime moment that is immediately lost. As such, it is also precious. So very precious. Those miraculous baby’s first steps, word, laugh. All wonderful fragments of Time.
On the other hand, the sadness, regret and sorrow at not saying what we should, wanted or needed to, and then suddenly finding it’s too late.
I have had my own experience of that when I put catching up with the housework ahead of visiting my then MIL in hospital. I went the following day to be told I was the only one who hadn’t visited the day before. I felt awful, guilty, and ashamed as time for her was running out and she died the following day. Now people take priority.
However you decide to use your Time, don’t waste it.
Say what’s important, and tell those that matter you love them, especially now in these troubled times as we may not be able to see the ones we care for as often as we’d like.
There may never be a Right Time, so don’t wait for it.