Waste not

Each morning is a gift, the light unfolding in steady breaths over the landscape, reminding me that time is finite and precious. A part of me feels this ticking inside, a reminder that seconds slip through my fingers the sand of an hourglass. How easy it is to forget! I scroll, I wait, I post, I wait, I watch, I wait. I let moments dissolve in the glow of a screen or the lure of idle worry, but something in me whispers, insists that these choices bear weight. I’ve made the choice to cut the cord to the inanimate world. Who likes what, and who shares what, who know what or learned this and has to publicly show they are better than others.

It’s all a blink, this life we’re given. One day I’ll be someone’s memory, a face in a photo, a story shared by someone who remembers me through their own lens. That’s what it is, really; whether we’re here, vibrant and alive, or a flicker in someone’s mind, time hums along, never slowing. Time cares not for our accomplishment, our titles, our successes or failures.

So I ask myself, what matters? How should I spend the gift of now? I think of the people I love, the quiet morning sun, the sounds of life around me. There are books I haven’t read, places I’ve never seen, parts of myself still hidden even from me. The idea that I’m a work in progress, that I might never “finish” but can still keep moving, creating, is somehow freeing.

No, I don’t want to waste a single day, hour, or minute. I want to feel the wind through my fingers, dig my hands into the earth, speak truth even when it feels like I’m shedding armor and vulnerable to the world and those around me. There are too many shades of life, of feeling, of connection, waiting for me to just begin. My time … and your time is now.