Time Flies

Time flies by these days.

And so quickly.

By the end of the day I am tired.

Not just tired, but sleepy tired.

Time won’t stand still for me, though.

It never does.

Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock.

***

I have heard that we should work smarter, not harder.

It makes sense, but only if you know how.

If I am doing the same thing over and over and I never get ahead, working harder isn’t going to help me.

Working smarter will, but only if I know how.

How?

Where?

When?

What?

Help!

Time doesn’t help.

Time may pressure us to work smarter, but it doesn’t show us how.

Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock.

***

In the end, it doesn’t reallly matter.

All projects fade away, and how we treated one another remains.

Time will certainly tell, won’t it?

I suppose the author of Ecclesiastes had a handle on it in chapter 3?

However, I think he was referring to seasons of things, not the tick tock of the clock.

In the end, I still don’t really understand why time flies.

Am I really that busy that I have no time for anyone else (including me)?

What are my priorities?

What am I striving for?

***

It may be that time is not the problem, but only the watchman.

Time has a way of indiscriminately telling us that.

Tick, tock, may be its only sounds, but it rings a warning that what we do should count.

And what is that?

Only what we do for Yahweh and Yahshua will last in the end.