I worry about time slipping away. Maybe it’s because I’m consumed by the idea that we should have some greater purpose on this earth. That we should make a difference.
Probably, though, it’s because when I was a little girl, my mom watched “Days of Our Lives”. I remember the announcer’s introduction: “Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.” God, how profound!
Its haunting image of the very sands of time slipping away burrowed itself into my mind. Fuelled by my endless capacity for guilt, the notion comes out to torment me whenever I have any downtime.
I am currently on two weeks of vacation. The issue is: how do I spend it in a way that makes me feel like I made the most of it?