TIME
That
which we call TIME
connotes something measured or definite, not least as it relates to our earthly
habitat.
Time is
an intangible, a product of reason leaving an impression-on-the-mind. Time does
not stand alone, neither still, but is conjoined to that which we call place.
Time is a
multicoloured beast: At one time given little or no value and thus wasted. At
another it is treated as a commodity, something of value to be traded. And, not
least, it is ofttimes used to advance our knowledge and, in contemplation, to
enrich the soul.
It is
well we recognize sooner than later in life that time, for each of us, is
finite. No less is it desirable that we early on become cognizant of the fact
time is ours alone to do with what we will.
Are we,
through indolence, to become a wastrel? Or, are we to apply ourself to study,
making the most of our time, in order that we may both enrich our own life and
that of others? Whatever the course, life becomes that which we will
it to be.
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