Never Enough

How do you measure time?  Every time I think about how we live our lives around the issue of time I think of the song from Rent, Five-Hundred-Twenty-Five-Thousand-Six-Hundred Minutes.  That’s the number of minutes in one year.  Sounds like a lot when you see such a big number, but relatively speaking, it’s quite finite.

We always think we have more time.  Procrastination is one of the biggest issues many confront because we are under the illusion time is on our side.  The reality is time is finite.  We may not know how long we’re going to live, but we know eventually we’ll die.  When facing a chronic or life-threatening illness the numbers game becomes an in-your-face reality.  

When thinking about time, or the lack thereof, we couple it with grief.  Often, we focus on the things we missed.  Holidays we didn’t go home for to spend with loved ones.  Birthday cards or Mother’s/Father’s Day cards we should have sent.  Congratulations we might have offered for big moments in someone’s life.  The list goes on and on, but the reality is the same, the time is passed, and we can’t get it back.

For the person facing their mortality, how one spends their days is paramount to living a good life.  What that means for each person is different, but once again, making the most of what we have is important.

How will you use your time?  What does it mean to cherish time?  When will you wake up to the finitude of time in this world, and consider the infinite nature of time in the cosmos?