It's Time

It's time to sit down for some reflection of the day.

Have I been at ease with myself today? Am I closer to getting my inner peace? Are there things that I have to forgive myself about? 

Tracing the footsteps of the day, I have been pondering about a theme for the day. It had been a string of events where the nitty-gritty details isn't worth wasting too much words on. 

Time. This is what stringed my thoughts for the eventful day. 

It's a pretty simple concept with some profound implications. How much time we have shapes what we are going to do with it and how wisely we would spend it. Youth is a killer concept. Because we have too much time to squander, we've never truly appreciated its beauty. If we are at the brim of our existence, will we still grumble about how mundane life is? Judi Dench's character could not reconcile with herself for having fallen in love. There she goes, "I just needed a little more time." "How much time have you left?" her butler quipped. 

How much time have you left? If we question ourselves daily, probably we'll not take life so lightly. We'd not spend time so frivolously over grumbles and melancholy. We'll not brush over the luxuries that we enjoy but like a spoilt child, refuse to be contented. Really, what if I am struck with cancer tomorrow? What if I am told I only have a limited time to live? The concept of time and its limit struck me with much fear and awe. And have I not witness enough deaths to understand life?

Time frames. 

I suppose framing time helps us better make meaning of the things we do. I am going to complete my book today. I am going to complete this blog entry today. I am resolute not to grumble over work for this whole year. I think these frames give me better idea of how I work my time, and how my time shall work for me. 

Time gives a better representation of truth. 

Having finished a biography of Paulo Coelho, a more dynamic personality is presented beyond his works. It took me 4 months and 10 books to come to read him and peel him off piece by piece. And he was never what I had imagined. He had an adolescence that was plagued in drugs, satanism, radical political ideas, casual sex and all. An author who sought wealth and recognition, who had somewhere along the way even breached integrity. The more of his titles I've read, the more of his dark sides are revealed. Time tells. However, I respect  him for his courage to bring all these revelations to his readers through an external lens. 

And hence it's time for me to learn some lessons and renew my resolutions. 

I pledge to give time its due respect. I will frame my time to work for me. I will be patient. I will learn to appreciate the wonderful secrets only time can tell.