“Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown’d,
Crooked eclipses ‘gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature’s truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.”

~ William Shakespeare

I had a moment of unsettledness yesterday evening; the day having tested me with the passing of a friend.

We never quite expect these things, now do we…though we profess our certainty in understanding the impermanence of life, still we carry on as if nothing is ever to be lost.

At time, I think fear pushes reality away – setting it aside upon the highest shelf, and deeper still into the recesses of our mind.

Our of sight, and largely unnoticed….until we are shocked once again into this reminder of life.

We always think we have just enough time – squandering moments, like scraps of paper…tossed aside, only have filled.

But time forges on my friends, leaving only the fools behind.

And, never at all concerning itself with those moments we’ve lost along the way.

Death is a mighty scary beast, my friends – and life…at times, scarier still. And, yet we waste our moments in fervid worry – over all those little things that get in our way.

If only we might just realize, that this passing of time – it doesn’t deprive, rather enriches us…with the fullness of life’s most precious moments…

And to relish the gift that time leaves behind.