The first thing that I hear when some one has passed away is, ” How old was she/he.”
Never do I hear, ” How well did she/he live”
The big item is how much time did they get. How long did they live.
The thought was always on the Quantity of time, Never the Quality of Time.
A person who suffered miserably for 80 years with a chronic Illness gets better marks than does someone who has only lived 1/2 that age, but was increadably happy.
Some of us, are always 5 minutes late to wherever we are going, or the train is 4 minutes too late, or something should have happened 3 minutes ago. It seems that we never have enough time.
Why do people get into car wrecks? Not enough time? Just had to run the red light because I was 2 minutes late.
Time addiction is just plain nuts.
The fact is that time can not be held, nor bought, nor sold.
I wait for the day when I can throw all my watches away.
Some day, I will just be able to BE.
Never late, nor early. Always on time.