They say, “Time doesn’t wait for anyone,” and I assure you, they were not just coining a cliché for the sake of creating witty maxims.
Indeed, time doesn’t wait or take a pity on anyone. The year 2019 was once also a New Year in the count of the days of our life.
It is on the final days of a given year that the above saying makes more sense and dawns on the brain more clearly than ever; that’s when one noticeably sees the authenticity of the above observation. Time doesn’t wait for anyone; it offers no special favors to anyone in particular. There is only one chance and one opportunity with each strike of a second on the count of time. Once one losses this chance or an opportunity, one can never has back that particular second. Long gone is the second never to come back ever again. We can’t rewind or pause the time except to accept its natural course and use it to the fullest potential. While it doesn’t haste; time doesn’t also dawdle.
But how many of us are conscious of this truth?
We all know the swiftness and untraceable nature of time yet we all are heedless of the ways we waste our time. Perhaps we are not fully convinced of its nature or that we assume we have been allotted with way too much time for our mortality and thus are provided with more time at our hand to last a lifetime.
But tick tock, tick tock, even the hands of the watch are restless in alerting us the swiftness of the time. Every second tick tocks away wishing it has been used properly and wisely, that it has made a difference in life and the universe in general.
Usually the butterfly effect of each and every minute in life is felt by the end of a given year, when we look back to reflect upon our year -long activities; when we contemplate how we fared or failed. And this is why I am no fun of the New Year celebrations; in fact they give me king-sized headaches. Come every December I just realize how time flies by while I am all caught up with busywork and such trivial matters that had the aura of importance about them, only to realize that I have been pursuing the wrong issues. I am made to reflect upon my life and ponder about the meaning of all this. What have I done so far?
Did I achieve the points I set out to do for the year? How about the New Year’s resolutions I made last year? Did I achieve any of them? And of course the issue of my age concerns me gravely and to think that I am one of these people who think age is nothing but a number, yeah right!
Beside the get together, the event induced booze, the dinner and some fun, the New Year celebration is just another bitter sweet reminder of all that I can’t be or I can’t reach. That’s when I am made to effect on my mortality and my passing days and I find myself asking this question, ‘Did the days of this year run out quicker than the previous?’ but you and I perfectly know that the days and nights of a year follow their natural order and course and that time doesn’t hasten or dawdle in its pace. But I am human and humans have the habit of defying logic and asking the unthinkable specially to justify their deeds and actions; and also to find an absolution to my sins against the precious time which I have spent otherwise, I doubt and question the speed of time. But I am not the only one who is guilty of this assumption; everyone questions the rate or pace of the time one time or another in life.
I still can’t believe last year is already over and is replaced by another one. Once gain I ask you if we should cheer for the impending hours that will bring additional year into our lives because it prolongs our evanescence just like that of a transient sunlight on an otherwise cloudy day or if we should worry about the years that we are withdrawing from the deposits of our counted days in this earth or life? You know moving for -ward or ahead also means nearing the end………..so? By any chance, do you think we are living off the deposits of our allotted days on this earth, unconscious of the huge withdrawals? But there is nothing we can do about it, whether we like it or not, by hook or crook, we have to obey the rules of time. We can’t put time on hold; our only way of survival is to keep pace with it. Sometimes I wish I could have a remote control to the frame of time in my life. There are times when I need to button pause or slow-motion the pace of time in my life and buy me some quality time to think thoroughly about my life and my destination. When and once I got my answers I would have released time from its imprisonment to run parallel to it and reach the destination I had in mind. But I have a feeling that it will take me quite a few decades to figure out what to do with my life. (Call me a slow learner but I don’t see the issue of my life that lightly) “I am going to welcome this New Year sober and alert,” said a friend of mine while getting a suntan in the morning sun of a November. It was eleven thirty in the morning but he was still in his pajamas, eating his breakfast in the backyard of their house. His mother was in the kitchen busy with preparing lunch. He was such a sorry sight but I couldn’t display my emotions for so many reasons which I am not at liberty of saying. He pushed his breakfast tray aside and started clipping his foot toenails while he narrated to us about his plans for the coming year. I give a credit where due, so I must say he is a helluva planner. He demonstrated his carefully organized plans for the year and his life and I must add I was quite taken aback with his vivid imagination and clarity of his plans. He is a friend of mine but I never knew he has such an excellent imagination and a knack for plans.
However I found a single flaw in his well-organized and thoroughly planned master plan for the coming year; why wait two months? Why can’t the plan be implemented right away or why can’t my friend start on the plan already? It is not as if he is being useful right now. For crying out loud he was spending his days tanning and idling away the morning. Upon asking the questions though, I seem to be hitting a nerve because he went ballistic on me. He tried defending his idleness saying, ‘I need a fresh start and a fresh start needs a New Year,’ as if the New Year would bestow some kind of magical powers on his lousiness.
On my way out his mother pulled me and another friend of ours to the side and beseeched us to help her son see reason. ‘He listens to you because you are his friends. Please talk to him,’ she pleaded with us.
In trying to reassure the mother of our idle friend, my friend and I explained her son’s plan for the near future and tried to convince her not to worry about her son; sooner or later he is bound to bounce back to reality. But the mother surprised me when she asked the same question I cornered her son with earlier on.
“Why can’t he start on his plan right away? I can support him too.” Well, I didn’t have the stomach to tell her that her son is one of these people who take comfort in planning only and never in executing them. But I had the impression that even the mother knows about her son’s ability to plan without as so much trying to put them into practice. He is great at planning and he drafts great plans too but that is the only thing he does.
He can’t see his plans to the end. My prescription is that he opens an office and offers his planning consultancies services to others who actually implement their paper work into practice or perhaps sell out his plans to others. The problem in this world is that there is no such thing as a full package. Some people have a knack for planning a great plan but are not capable of executing them while others lack the ability to plan but are endowed with resources and determination to carry out the plans into an action. Which ones are better off? The planners or the doers? For me it is all the same if neither side didn’t use the time in their hand wisely.
We all know the nature of time and how we can’t adjust its pace according to our preferences but at the same time we all are unconscious of the ways we waste and spend the time in our hand. If we didn’t value every single second in our life we can never learn to value and utilize a year, a decade or a lifetime; because those seconds we disregard so much make up a minute which in turn then makes an hour. Hours then make days, weeks, months, years and eventually a lifetime. Remember last year was also a New Year once, time doesn’t wait for anyone.