We have all been encouraged to think
That our time is so important.
Yet it is only when we become old,
And we have so much less of it left,
That we realise this is not the case.
We’ve been told we must save time,
Instead of using it and moving on.
How precious time is,
As if it were a commodity we might hoard
And use when we need it most.
Instead of squandering it on what makes us happy,
And filling it with unimportant things.
But I say, let what you’re doing fill your time.
If you’re washing up,
Then let your plates be the cleanest.
And if you’re looking at the winter sun on frosty leaves,
Well, let that be the best experience you have ever had.
Sometimes I have these flashes,
When I think I’ve understood something deep and profound.
And usually it means an evening drinking wine,
Or half an hour sitting on a sunlit hillside.
But I do wonder what we’re all so busy chasing.
And if you think this lesson worth remembering,
There’s no better time than now.
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?
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Precisely that, Peppy.
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I do feel that we were not sent on this planet with a mission – Mission to hoard money and inflate our egos. Do what makes you happy because we were not born with “instructions”
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Thanks, arv. I wholeheartedly agree with that. I think it more likely we have a mission to try to be happy, and to help others be happy. Hoarding money plays no part in that one.
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Money is only a means and tomorrow if these turn into merely a paper (like it happened in India two years ago) I’m sure thoughts of people will change.
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They certainly would.
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Our concept of time is definitely off, Mick. You have expressed it well here. We get far to caught up in the things that don’t matter that much and neglect the things that do.
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Thanks, Robbie. And the things that matter are frequently the little things…
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So true. Well put!
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Thank you!
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Those last two lines are perfect, Mick. A beautiful poem about the serenity of now.
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Thank you, Diana. I think we all need to spend more time in the now.
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I hate to evoke a cliche, but I’ve always liked the one about stopping to smell the roses.
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The thing about cliches, Dave, is they are so often spot on!
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