The rapid pace of time forever haunts us.
Growing up I don’t remember ever fully grasping the idea of time. I felt like I had a whole life ahead of me and time was the least of my worries.
When you reach the sage age of thirty – aka seniority – it starts dawning on you that you don’t have a sea of time waiting for you. It starts feeling like tiny specks on your life line that you’re occasionally given – you never have it.
On the rare occasion the universe does decide to grant you a small fragment of time, you embrace it. You take the opportunity and you stretch it out as long as you can.
You live, explore, embrace, discover, love, love passionately, laugh, cry, reflect and repeat.
It has taken me a long road to get where I am today. There was a time when I thought that my previous life – my corporate life – was my burden. That it had limited my thoughts and capabilities and that it had disrupted my life too much for me to be able to roam freely, the way I wanted to. It kept me from moving forward.
It was my shadowland.
But shadows of time are no more than our own insecurities getting the better of us. And our failure to see through past times and recognise present time.
We don’t have time to dwell endlessly in the shadows of our past.
All we can do is take life by the horns and run.
Time waits for no one – and neither should you.