If time is a present, why does it so often feel like a burden? To enjoy the time we have requires that we have some concept of both its length and breadth. 

Yet, no man knows the hour at which his clock will expire. No woman can foresee which sunset will be her last. Every second counts—but for what? If at the end all turns to dust, for what purpose do we add up all the moments and the memories? How can we treasure that which we lose more of every day?

There is no chest nor safe that can protect us from the erosion of our travel through time. We are bound to the necessary decay of body and mind.

And yet, a new dawn fills the sky every morning. A new baby’s cry fills the air every minute. A new breath fills your lungs each second without your permission. Take notice of that creation—for only then can you hold the gift of time with both gratitude and humility. Only then can you understand the preciousness of the finite. Only then will the present be revealed in its full glory.

Written 1.7.2023

SDG