Monthly Archives: February 2011

Is Your Time Piece Ticking….

Time…time…time.  This is something no matter how hard one tries…one can never get time back.  I’ve seen somewhere…where time was defined as: A nonspatial continuum in which events occur in apparently irreversible succession from the past through the present to the future.  Irreversible…thats a deep word.  When something is irreversible that means it is incapable of changing to its prior or previous state.  Time…the one thing we have a bittersweet relationship with.  We love to watch it go…but we hate to see it leave.  Its the one thing we wish we had more of…or the one thing we wish we didnt have any of.  Time…the ultimate oxymoron. 

As I’ve experienced certain circumstances and situation here over the past several months..or even perhaps the last several years one thing that I have noticed…time does not stand still for NO ONE!  Reagardless of the clout one may have…money…education or lack thereof time WILL move forward…with or without you.  It is up to us to capture those important “moments in time” that constructs our lives.  I was sitting in my car this morning on campus…just taking a moment to “gather” myself as I tackled my monsterous day ahead of me.  As I thought about what I needed to do first…second and so on…I was hit with a thought of simply this…”live life through the windshield…not the rearview mirror.”  How does this translate to me personally…well I started to think and it hit me….

Walk with me for a brief second if you don’t mind…over the course of the last month two of my close friends have lost parents…both of these deaths I dealt with differently.  The first hurt bad…from the standpoint that my friends father was someone I was close with when I was younger.  We always laughed and talked together…he always had some sort of joke and everytime I went over my buddy’s house…I always looked forward to seeing his dad.  The second of which pierced my soul…it was a woman that I called “ma deuce”…or mother #2 affectionately.  These deaths bothered me because the very thing I’m talking about now…TIME.  As I entered manhood and formed my own family…it seemed like I never had TIME to just go and sit and talk with them…I didnt have enough TIME…whew!

So this week I went back to my old neighborhood…everything is gone…houses and apartments knocked down.  It’s a shell of it’s former self…but one thing was still standing…Ma Deuce’s house.  I knocked on the door to see who was there and I didn’t get an answer…as I walked down the stairs to get to my car I took one slow turn and looked at the house.  It is weathered…paint chipping…same color scheme…I actually remember when they painted the house white and green.  I looked in the yard adjacent to the house and decided to walk in it.  As I walked in the yard all types of memories started to flow.  Childhood memories that I had forgot.  Some good…some bad…but they were my memories.  I walked to the back yard and I was amazed.  The swing set that was around when we were children was still there in the same place.  I looked a little deeper and the trampoline we just to play on was in the exact same place…amazingly the dog chain was still around the tree…her garden looked exactly the same.  For a moment it appeared that time stood still…but that is not possible.  If time stood still…she would still be in there cooking greens…gutting fresh catfish…frying chicken.  Regardless of the situation…regardless of the tears shed or money spent…TIME WILL MOVE FORWARD.

I say all of the above to say this people…align yourself with the things that mean the most to you.  Align yourself in the the vision that you have.  Live life for the moment but THROUGH the entire picture.  Don’t allow time to pass you by.  Set your vision forward through your windshield of life….not the rearview mirror of death.

You can clutch the past so tightly to your chest that it leaves your arms too full to embrace the present.  ~Jan Glidewell

With the past, I have nothing to do; nor with the future.  I live now.  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

One problem with gazing too frequently into the past is that we may turn around to find the future has run out on us.  ~Michael Cibenko


Posted by on February 15, 2011 in Change, Me


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