When you say you don’t have time, you are really saying I’m not going to do that.

Time is a created thing, in so many ways it does not exist.

Night and day exist, the seasons they exist,

But time per se does not.

 

We divided the days into hours, the hours into minutes and the minutes into seconds.

On New Year’s Day why celebrate? It’s just another sun rise.

We use time to pressure ourselves and others to do things quickly rather than correctly.

 

The river does not rush to meet the sea,

The tree does not hurry its fruit to ripen,

And still both arrive successfully at their conclusion.

 

Perhaps what we call time is only our fear of stillness,

Our longing to measure what can never be measured.

Moments slip between our fingers not because they vanish,

But because we do not pause long enough to hold them.

 

So put down the clock,

And walk into the day as though it has no boundaries, 

Let the sun remind you that beginnings are effectively infinite,

And endings, they are merely names we invent for change.