by Joan Maddy
Why is it that time is valued and viewed somewhat differently according to one's age. In youth time is hardly worth a thought because it will never run out. It is a fundamental right, an accident of living. Only in certain precise endeavors does it constrain or inhibit, but ultimately the young feel fully the master in any conflict.
As we mature, time receives consideration, even respect. The realization that there will be a limit to our mortality makes time a casual acquaintance. At various moments we are jolted by its transience and fleeting qualities. It causes us to pause and reflect.
In old age time becomes a very close friend. One is always aware of the intimacy. Grudgingly, we must allow that we have lost the leadership role in the relationship and a dependence has developed.
Time is a gift. When it is appreciated it uplifts, enhances and puts us in contact with the Eternal.
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We are not the same persons
this year as last;
nor are those we love.
It is a happy chance if we,
continue to love a changed person.
--Somerset Maugham (1874 - 1965)