There is a saying that I've always held dear to my heart: Time is the most precious commodity of all.
I have spent time contemplating this saying (ironically?) and it's so all encompassing it belies the simple truth of it. People often worry about their lives and what they want to achieve and fret that their 'time' will run out and they've still got so much to do. Yet this hurry hurry and worry worry is exactly what holds us back the most from living our time, and instead it lets our time slip away like sand in an hourglass.
There's not even just one time.. there're many times. The world has a time, every individual living thing has a time, even inanimate things have a time and tick tock tick tock all these times live in unison, complementing each other and running in tandem.
It's wrong to measure our own individual times against others. What we have done or not done in our time so far compared to what someone else has done or not done in their time. Do we measure success and failure by it? If we do.. surely this can only be done at the end of time.
I believed myself that I'd left many things for too long and that I'm too old for them to happen, that it's too late, then I talk to someone who's done all that, but has never even done half of what I've done. They're jealous of me, I of them. And the sudden ridiculousness of the situation hit me; just because you do something different first to someone else, does not mean of course that you won't do it at all, but you'll do it at a different point in your time to them. And vice versa.
Two adventures have come upon me in my time just now, and even though I'd thought that too much time had passed, I know, now that that they've come, that I'm able to become the adventurer on these paths. I love adventure, my job should have been adventurer, I've had so many, but these two, well, one is life defining and one is my passion.
And time is on my side.
