I can’t remember when it was I heard this quote, but it’s stuck with me and will remain with me until my ‘best-by’ date expires.
‘Life is like a toilet rollUnknown
The nearer you get to the end
The quicker it runs out.’
Before I retired in 2012, my life was hectic, and time was often my enemy. With deadlines to meet and places to be, I was forever rushing around like somebody who was too busy to tell anybody how busy I was.
I’ve always been a good timekeeper and will often arrive at appointments with lots of time to spare. However, that can backfire on me as I start questioning myself about the time I am wasting when just sitting in a waiting room, or am killing time when window shopping in the high-street.
I don’t like the idea of murdering time. How will Father Time deal with those who waste what he creates when their time comes to meet him?
Father Time – The creator and keeper of time. Somebody all humans encounter as they travel through his world.
Likewise, I don’t like the thought of me killing time because I don’t usually have enough of it to get everything done in my day. How often do I read or hear somebody say ‘I don’t have enough time’ or ‘I wish I had more time?’
When I think back to my childhood years, time seemed to go slowly. I can remember the school summer holidays and how those six weeks of freedom seemed to last forever.
Long, warm summer days were filled with plenty to do and with plenty of time. I never complained about time then, because the thought of having to go back to school was a rather horrid one.
Even the two-week Christmas school holidays, when the nights are at their longest, seemed to last forever. Back then, time was my best friend.
Then, I got my first job. Not so bad to start with, but, as the years went by, I began to find myself fighting for time. If only I had saved up some of the spare time from my childhood days. I could have done so much with it.
The days would go quickly, and I often heard it said that it was a sign of being busy. On a Monday morning, I’d arrive at work dreading the full week ahead, but it would often pass me by like an intercity express train.
Before I knew it, Friday afternoon would arrive, and the thought of all that free time over the weekend would put a big smile on my face.
Even better when the weekend was an extended one because of a public holiday. ‘Three days to roam free‘ was something else I remember being said to me by a work colleague. It’s yet another quote I’ve never forgotten.
Time is like money. Those who spend it wisely, will never lose it.Hugh W. Roberts
Yet, as the office clock struck five, and a long weekend was upon us, why did I often find myself resisting going home and getting the long weekend started?
Was it because by delaying the start of it, the long weekend would last even longer? Or was it because I wanted to enjoy that feeling of ‘three days to roam free,’ even longer? Time doesn’t stop for anybody, does it, so why was I kidding myself?
When I retired, the thought of all that spare time on my hands was one of the benefits of retirement. I had no ideas what I would do with all my spare time. However, what I did know was that I would not allow myself to get bored or to become addicted to daytime television.
I’m proud to say that I’ve never been bored or been addicted to daytime television. What probably helps is living so close to the coast. Even in the winter, there are always lots of walks to take and so much to do.
I look back at my 32 years of working full-time and often wonder how on earth I managed to fit everything in. Where did I find the time to do what I had been doing, as well as finding all the time I had spent enjoying a social life that often took me away on holiday or on long weekend breaks? It’s something I never found out the answers too.
Fast forward to the present, and I often find myself asking ‘where does the time go?’
Unlike during the early years of my current life, the days, weeks and months seem to zoom pass even more quickly. I often find myself comparing my life to the toilet roll I mentioned at the beginning of this post.
Now that I’m travelling through the autumn of my life, how can that be when I have so much spare time on my hands?
I was never good at mathematics. And when it comes to time, the maths still doesn’t add up, does it?
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