Somewhere a Clock is Ticking
There is a thief amongst us. But she is no ordinary swindler.
She confiscates quite easily, almost magically, as if it’s as simple as breathing.
How easily we turn our backs to her, forsaking what is precious. And just like that…it’s gone. Taken. Never to be seen from again. Rich in gold, she is, from our indifference and detachment.
So how does she manage to smuggle what’s right under our noses?
We let her. Willingly. In so many different ways.
By…Succumbing to what is easy by way of lethargy and/or apathy. Worrying unnecessarily about things we cannot control. By allowing those people in our lives, that I call energy vampires, to infiltrate and suck us dry! Finding meaningless tasks to appear busy only to ignore what is crucial. And yes, binging on Netflix.
Guilty am I to all of the above. On more than one occasion. And what do I have to show for it? Really, that’s a rhetorical question, but all one has to do is blink and then it’s the middle of July. Hurricane season. Mother Nature’s leveling field. Two more family members have already passed away. I stop to look in the mirror and don’t recognize that 25 year old staring out from behind the eyes of this soon-to-be 36 year old.
Where did it all go?
I know that age is just a number. I’m old to a teenager but young in the eyes of my parent’s generation. But the truth lies in the fact that we all have our own hourglass. Some contain more sand than others. None of us know the quantity, but we all seem to live like there’s an overabundance. And because of this misconception we become so very wasteful. Then it’s gone. Poof!
Traveling to France, the entire experience from sight-seeing to the workshop, and then again to Texas to visit family reminded me that somewhere a clock is ticking.