Time After Time

Time Is Of The Essence; Time Is Money; There's No Time Like The Present...hell isn't Time Waits For No-one even another one of them oft used fillers? By golly, there is a even a widely popular magaznine with the single word title. The simple four letter word in this case evokes an in-the-moment reflection on what is going on and is reported around us, but what I am more interested in dissecting here is the mad rush we are all in to get to point B if you will. That point could be a destination, maybe an answer, or solution...perhaps even attaining something we know or think will make us happy; happier. My mother can tend to be one of those 'vocal drivers' shall we say, whether back seat or at the wheel for that matter. One of the comments she likes to spew out of her handy rolodex of observances is "In a hurry to get to that red light?" referencing the speeder alongside us who overtakes just to be rolling up at the same stop light we all eventually get to a half a mile ahead; of course not wanting to waste any idle moment, we make use of this time to scan radio stations, check our teeth or sneek a peak at the possible drama in the neighbouring vehicle awaiting a Go. But back to my mother's simple reflection; while I think a lot of us operate in the fashion closer related to pipsqueek speeder over yonder who leaves us in his/her dust; we could probably take a little lesson from Mumsy in this scene in one way or another. My favourite is hearing the stories of the fools who rush out and wait in the overnight line-ups for the newest gadget, gaming console, etc. when in just a couple of days time the same item could have been purchased with a proper nights sleep, no herding or trampling while the occasional choice word is likely shot like daggers towards perfect strangers, and the same enjoyment would soon be had. I suppose those who want to argue will say it's all about the here and now though. It's the now that concerns me. The perverbial 'biological clock' that we are haunted by. Tick tock. Now I've got myself in a tizzy about getting old. Back to time. I should throw in a Cindy Lauper CD. Speed dial...is it necessary? Are we really against dialing 5 or 6 extra keystrokes on the pad, while at the same time never remembering Aunt Edna's phone number if you actually needed her to bail you out of jail or something? I can assure you that down at the cop shop they don't have Auntie Edna's number handy. Okay I'm done ranting. I leave with you this quote I picked up a few weeks ago while ironically taking my time reading a much loved interior design magazine. "Life's roads are not all wide and straight; they are tricky and steep and those who only travel on sunny days will never reach their destination". Gotta run, I'm late.

Toodles