Time flies

On Sunday, a man spoke in church. I didn't recognize him until I heard his name. He grew up in this area, but he and his wife just recently finished school and came back to the area. I remember being a substitute for his Sunday school class when he was eleven years old. That made me feel very old. I'm sure I'm not very old.

I was just watching a documentary about the universe. The universe is very old. It will have an inconceivably long life. Looked at in those terms, a human life is insignificant. Even in human terms, each of our lives is insignificant. The world doesn't stop spinning when one of us leaves. Life and nature still go on.

I just finished reading a book called Momo. In it, men in gray are tricking people into saving time. These men in gray, are made up of stolen, dead time. When people try to "save" time by ceasing to care for a pet or completing a project in 15 minutes instead of 30, or ceasing to visit a friend in the hospital, these time thieves take that "saved" time. The time saver becomes harried, miserable and always pressed for time.

Time is your life. You've got a certain amount of it, and you can't save it. On your deathbed, you can't say, "I finished that project in a week instead of a month, so I should get an extra three weeks of life." What matters with time, his how you spend it. Are you doing something that brings you or others joy? Are you doing something that makes you a better person? Are you doing something that makes the world a better place? Are you doing what's important to you? Or are you squandering your time on things without lasting value, thinking that someday, you'll have more time to live the life you've always wanted?