Archive | May 2016

Man alone measures time

As with an insanely good book, I feel this overwhelming, mad rush to write about it, for if I didn’t, my thoughts inside my head will just consume me wholly.

Try to imagine life without timekeeping.

You probably can’t. You know the month, the year, the day of the week. There is a clock on your wall or the dashboard of your car. You have a schedule, a calendar, a time for dinner or a movie.

Yet, all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays.

Man alone measures time.

Man alone chimes the hour.

And because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures.

A fear of time running out.

Have you ever felt so lost after reading a good book? You spend your night reading, being immersed in Dor’s, Victor’s and Sarah’s life, as though they are your friends. And when you’ve flipped over the last page, you know that’s the end, and in that moment, you’ve ended your relationship with them too, like a dear friend you’ve lost.

I was so inspired by Mitch Albom’s Time Keeper. The man who created time can be punished for it, but he can also be redeemed if he saves others. We’re so consumed by the prospect of time, we wish for our years to be longer, to be limitless, or we wish to end it too fast, too soon. But we fail to realize that in trying to realize such goals, we don’t appreciate our present, the time now. We don’t cherish it. We don’t regard it to be precious, like a gemstone in a museum that can easily be stolen. We are always chasing after something that’s lacking in our lives, that we don’t fully stop to appreciate the things and the love that we already have now, the people in our lives right now who love us. And what happens when we’re so selfish to only think about our own well-being, without giving a thought about how our lives have impacted others around us?

It is only when we are made to see our very impacts we have made in other people’s lives, or have something so very precious taken away from us that we fully begin to comprehend that every moment is precious. Instead of spending our whole lives constantly trying to pursue what is lacking, this book is a sweet reminder to just stop, cherish and treat each moment as precious. Afterall, only Sarah and Victor are privileged enough to be able to see their futures, and the consequences of their actions. The rest of us aren’t as lucky as them.