“Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone
suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.”
- The Time Keeper by Mitch Albom -
As an introvert, I typically shy away from being in the spotlight. But for this post I’m going to make an exception. Because today I turn 49, and so begins my last year in the 40s club. One year from now, I’ll have lived half a century.
The other day, my husband and I were discussing my heading towards fifty, and he asked me how I feel about it. If it bothers or saddens me in any way that so much time has gone by.
So much time.
Time. Such a precious commodity. A daily gift. A gift that I’ve woken up to every day for 49 years. 17,885 days. Just because I’ve been lucky enough to.
I would be cheating myself of another ‘today’ if I was bothered by time going by. Because life happens now. Right now.
And it isn’t about length, but rather about meaning. And passion. And gratitude.
About celebrating the moments we have instead of worrying about the ones that might not come.
It’s not easy to practice this philosophy, and often times I wander away from it. But when I do, I remind myself to stay focused.
I remind myself to honour and cherish my time here. Because there is no guarantee for even one more day. One more hour. One more second.
I am mortal, and no matter what, the end is inevitably going to come. And when it does, will I have used my time wisely?
So I am not bothered or saddened that all this time has gone by. I am thankful that I’m still here. Thankful for this precious thing we call life. Every moment, of every day.
(All photos courtesy of the most amazing man in the world.)