Time Stand Still
"I want to look around me now."
Dear friend,
I've been thinking about how quickly time passes now that I'm older.
I remember when I was young, still living at home with my parents, my mother used to comment on how quickly time flew by. I didn't have a clue what she was talking about. In fact, that seemed like one of her stranger comments.
As I got a little older and had young children of my own, the sages around shared their wisdom, telling me to enjoy every moment because in the blink of an eye those days with my littles would be over and I'd miss them dearly.
Their sentiments also made little sense to me.
I remember thinking how very long each and every day was, how some days felt like I was hanging on by a thread, trying to make it to nightfall when I could enter my own room, climb into my bed, and breathe in a few moments of rest.