It’s the first of bloody March already.

I tend to find I think about time a lot. It blows my mind sometimes to think that I’m not still a kid. It really does creep up on you, I haven’t noticed the time pass since I was 18, yet that was 12 years ago (almost, I’m not quite 30 yet!). The gradual realisation that time really does flow in one direction is always very sobering, and there’s a lot to talk about there.

But not today. I don’t think I can articulate some of the more abstract feelings I have about the nature of time, not because I’m captain erudite, just because they’re pretty nebulous and finding the words to express them in any kind of meaningful way would exceed the little cognitive resource I have available to me tonight. It’s been a long day!

Let’s just appreciate the fact that, no matter how much it might seem like it, time is finite. Our time, is finite. If you believe, like I do, that you only get one go at this life, then it bears consideration. What are we doing with our time; are we using it to its full potential, or are we doing the same as we do with air?

Because just like air, you only notice how much you need it when it runs out.

WOW that took a turn more sinister than I expected, but the point is certainly very poignant so let’s just let it hang there to remind us, if nothing else, that we need to not take time for granted.

Have a bloody lovely day.

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