“I’ll love you forever,” he said. “I’ll always love you,” said the first. Words said in earnest, words that I believed – and I’m fairly certain that even they believed at the time. However, forever and always just didn’t last that long.
They say it takes one year to recover from every four years spent with a person. I believe that. Twelve years with my first love. The three years it took to recover, I spent married to my second husband. (A recipe for disaster.) Then, He was in and out of the picture. I was able to recover from him by the time he wanted to “give us a shot.” Knowing I was being used. Not trusting. I never should have said “Okay.” When my heart had already moved away from him. I was content alone. I should have remained that way. I was still hoping for that forever love. Knowing that he never loved.
We all know the beast called: Rush Hour Traffic. Here in the Puget Sound, it begins, roughly around 3pm and lasts through 6:30pm(ish). My commute is 33 miles, one way. No lie, there I was, on my way home. I left work at 3:20pm on a Thursday afternoon. From the location of the screenshot above – on a Sunday afternoon, it takes me 15 minutes to arrive home. Thursday, at 4:17pm, 44 minutes! In truth, I did not arrive home that day until after 5:30pm. As traffic continued to mount, “accidents” that I didn’t see occurred, Time was added to my estimated time of arrival. But I arrived safely.
So, what is time?
Time can be defined as: the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole.
Time can be can defined as: a point of time as measured in hours and minutes past midnight or noon.
Time can be defined as: plan, schedule, or arrange when (something) should happen or be done.
Time can be defined as: measure the time taken by (a process or activity, or a person doing it).
With these definitions of time, the first two being nouns, the last being verbs, we find that there are various ways in which we measure, or quantify time, give time a value – or worth, and apply our own time. Yet, none of these definitions show the Theory of Relativity. I suppose I need to go to a physics department… I am a true believer in the this phenomenon. I first heard of it in the classic movie: Three Guys Named Mike. Great movie! Watch it! In any case, science Mike, in describing the theory of relativity to Marcy said this: (SN: I think it Einstein that said it) “When a man is with a pretty girl for an hour it feels like a minute. But let him sit on a hot stove for a minute, it feels like an hour. Now that’s relativity.” Science Mike made me swoon! Which Mike did she choose?! (While typing I almost gave away a spoiler! Oops!!)
I constantly think about this concept of time. People are so obsessed with time. How there is not enough time, how they need to get to a certain destination at the right time, how they wish they had more time, and the list goes on and on… Until we find: Time is too short. Time ran out. Your time is up.
While we are so obsessed with: to-do lists, menial tasks, pitiful jobs that don’t care about you – like sand through an hourglass, Time is passing you by… LIVE! It only feels like you have all the time in the world. But life is a vapor. Are you living the life God intended?