Skip to main content

From Time To Time

“Time is free but its priceless. You can’t own it but you can use it. You can’t keep it but you can spend it. Once you’ve lost it, you can never get it back.” - Harvey MacKay

Ah, yes. The time honored tradition of using a quote to launch into your diatribe about the subject. Then again, I couldn’t have said that any better. I can only add that time is a precious commodity. No one person can have more than another. Time is still measured as sixty seconds per minute, sixty minutes per hour, twenty-four hours per day and so forth. However, time is subjective and relative isn’t it?

For example, if you’re anticipating a big event in your life, the time leading up to it seems either too slow or fast, yet on the actual time for the event you don’t want it to ever end.

Time is my foe. Time is so relentless, so continuous. It doesn’t stop, it doesn’t pause. Then again it doesn’t reverse or fast forward. Tick, tick, tick. As I peer at the timeline for my iTunes library, I chuckle. The display simultaneously shows time elapsed and time remaining; just like reality.

Yet time is my friend as much as my foe. It’s my friend because it measures my experience being alive. It’s my friend as I spend it doing what I want with who I want to. It’s my friend that separates the good times from the bad times. A friend that, if you understand it, will help you have more good times than bad times.

The subject of time is fascinating to me. We can’t travel in time; to the past or to the future. Our culture is enthralled with it too. Countless movies, poems, songs, quotes and more are dedicated to time. Like “Father Time” is an icon of time, yet the Grim Reaper is a measure of time too because that indicates the end of your time being alive.

As I researched the subject of time, I read the Wikipedia entry for time. It quoted the scientific measurement as well as the philosophic ideas about time. I don’t like to waste my time therefore I’m always busy. I had to make time to scribble down these measely words. I find that all the more funny since I already stated no one can stockpile time, slow it down or speed it up. I like to think I use my time wisely which can include time spent doing nothing.

What are you doing with your time? Other than reading this passage...

Final thought? A quote from Kay Lyons, “Yesterday is a cancelled check; tomorrow is a promissory note; today is the only cash you have - so spend it wisely.”

Keep digging,
‘los with the most

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Manic Monday, Terrible Tuesday, Wonderful Wednesday, Throwback Thursday, and Finally Friday

What a roller coaster week I have had! To start off the week was a manic Monday. After work on Monday , I did a WinCo run with WCP. Always entertaining. Tuesday was terrible. Started off by being tardy for work, so I treated myself to Tully's before posting up. And... in my experience, when you start off a day like that, any attempt to speed up or make up that half-step, half-tick, never happens. For inexplicable reason, you are now out-of-step with the Universe, and like fucking hell you're gonna make it back up. Never. Fails. I was late to meetings, I was late to a gym class I'm regularly early for, and the list goes on. In fact, I decided on that day instead of seeking out my dream girl of a svelte body, superior intelligence, endless energy, and with a litany of characteristics to make any fairy godmother proud I made the wide-sweeping declaration that I wanted this instead. A 2-ton, yoga pants wearing, 45 year old, bitter, divorcee that is one more named cat f

Thank You!

Thank you for reading my posts on this blog. However, I've managed to purchase my own domain to make my own posts and hopefully... y'all will follow it over there for your Weekly Dose of Los! www.carlosbayne.com 'los; out

Let's Dance

The other week, I was driving to my 2 nd job at Malarky’s Sports Grill. Wednesday to be exact. I noticed a man standing at a bus sign waiting for a bus. I recognized the man right away. It was Kenny, The Dancing Wild Man of Factoria. It’d been a minute since I’ve seen him on the streets of Issaquah, I was growing concerned that something awful happened to him. I was thankful to find him once again, and within the same area I “met” him the first time… hilarious story. I remember distinctively. It was my first summer I spent in Issaquah. The sun was out, so relatively warm. I was bombing around in the Sapphire Sled [an arctic blue, 2004 Acura RSX Type S] with the windows down, the tunes up. I was stopped at the traffic light on the corner of Front Street and NW Gilman Blvd; the busiest intersection. From out-the-cuts, I heard someone screaming! I pull off my shades immediately. I whip my head around trying to seek out the source of the noise. I turn down the radio as I desper