Making the most of our time in life
as if time is the enemy and busy the hero.
The idea of “making the most of our time” while we are alive tends create a sort of mild, undistinguished feeling and naw in the belly. A panic of sorts. as if time is the enemy and busy the hero.
but what if thats backwards?
we dont see nature racing about trying to be something more, in a race against time trying to get one up ahead of it.
what if time is the hero, and busy the enemy?
with time you gain.
with busy you lose.
and this fear and shame around not meeting our own or others expectations of “making the most of it”.
These feelings of failing of not meeting those expectarions, and in our misery and in our blurr of busy we miss the gain that time has gently given us.
we miss all the beautiful things time has brought to us in it’s gentle open palm.
so I step back from the lure or the rush and busy. I observe the frantic panic filled thoughts and fear of not making the most of things. and I sit, with this hot steaming coffee, and I listen to the laughter of someone I care deeply for, sitting across from me.