Q: "Why did the boy throw his alarm clock out the window?"
A: "Because he wanted to see time fly!!!"
I heard a version of that joke on the radio last week and it started a series of days where it seems as though I was constantly reminded of the quick passage of time...
"You and I have the same birthday! Only, you're 20 years older than me."
This quote is attributable to the clerk at the shoe store that I encountered when he examined my driver's license after I wrote a check for my daughter Hannah's new basketball shoes that she needs since she's now playing in a fall basketball league. I quickly pointed out that our mutual birth date is also Flag Day (June 14) to redirect the conversation and avoid wanting to hit him with my cane for pointing out how geriatric I am to him. Then again, when I was 20 I suppose 40-year-olds seemed fairly ancient to me also.
Time passes more quickly the older you get...
This idea came up in a conversation with some friends at a birthday party on Saturday night. The guys I was talking to were in their early 20's...college-aged or just out of college. In other words they are predominantly looking ahead at the majority of their "adult" life where I am looking at mine from a point much farther into it. Not only do I understand the idea of time passing more quickly the older you get moreso now that I have experienced it than I did in the past, I think I can even explain it. Consider this...a year in the life of a 10 year old is 1/10th...or 10%...of her life. A year in the life of a 40 year old is 1/40th...or 2.5%...of my life. As we age the percentage that a year is of our lives, of course, decreases. So...the older you get, the faster time goes...faster, faster, faster...and it doesn't slow down... but...I digress...
"Now I'd like you to step forward over here. They're not that different from you, are they? Same haircuts. Full of hormones, just like you. Invincible, just like you feel. The world is their oyster. They believe they're destined for great things, just like many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives even one iota of what they were capable? Because, you see gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils. But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it? --- Carpe --- hear it? --- Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary." Professor Keating (Robin Williams) - Dead Poets Society (1989).
Dead Poets Society is a fabulous movie. I saw it first the year I got married, two years after college...17 years ago...almost half of my lifetime ago. That point in the movie where the quote occurs both scared and motivated me. I wanted then (and now) to make my life extraordinatry. In many, many ways, I have seized the day on many days in my life. In other ways I have occasionally experienced periods where I lived far less capably than I should have. Case in point, quite possibly the last 2 and 3/4 years.
"But do not let this one fact escape your notice, beloved, that with the Lord one day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years like one day." 2 Peter 3:8 - The Holy Bible (New American Standard Edition)The Bible even mentions time a time or two. Ok, to chase a rabbit a bit, I know this verse is often used by those who do not think that the world was created in six literal days...but think about this. Maybe what Peter was talking about was the Lord's patience with us...as Peter goes on to say later...wanting to be patient for days and days and days and days so that all will eventually come to a saving knowledge of Him...but knowing that when that great day comes and He is sent back for His bride, that it will seem just like yesterday to Him that He was here in bodily form 2000 years ago...ok...that's weak, I know, and I'll ponder it some more...now back to our story...
Minutes are worth more than money. Spend them wisely. --Thomas P. Murphy
It is practically a daily occurance thatI look at my daughter Hannah and realize just how fast time does fly. She is my firstborn and an image of her as a baby is so vivid in my mind that I think that it was only yesterday, but after blinking my eyes only twice (I sware) since her birth I find that she is now 10 years old. She's over halfway to being 16. She's over halfway to being 18 and probably leaving home for college. Toys mean less to her. Books mean more. Clothes mean more. Time with friends her age means more.
Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die today. ~James Dean
When Hannah was a little baby, I was so excited because I was a dad for the first time and I had tons of goals and dreams of how my time with Hannah would go through the years. I'm sure every parent does this. You look at the good parts of your own parents and want to replicate them...and look at the bad parts of your parents and want to change them...and look at society and see how other parents behave and want to be the best parent you can possibly be....then ten years pass and you wonder where the time went. Sometimes you wonder this with as much fear in your heart as you can possibly imagine and want to literally hang on to each passing day for dear life...like you're grasping a slippery rope in a tug of war...knowing it is a losing battle.
And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years. ~Abraham Lincoln
Hannah is a joy to have as a daughter. She's funny, smart, beautiful, sensitive...I could go on and on...just imagine the proud dad. I have loved and cherished each stage of her life. I could have similar conversations about all of my children. But today's focus is Hannah. We now are entering a new stage. Yesterday we sat in the front yard for about an hour together...just the two of us...just talking. About nothing in particular...just talking. And it was priceless. Oh, how I want a thousand years of days like that with Hannah, yet I know that at some point in the future the day will come when I look back and realize just how quickly those days went.
Every man dies. Not every man really lives. ~Braveheart
So...while I look at the past 2 and 3/4 years and think that maybe I haven't optimized....and even more specificaly for any readers who know me and know of my desire to be involved in some sort of a bivocational ministry...I quickly think of how blessed I've been. I have not been as involved in church, but I have had the privilege of working out of my home. I am at home when the kids wake up and when they go to sleep. I often walk them to the bus stop and am available to take a break and greet them when they come home. I go to school events. I go to their soccer practices and basketball practices. I sit in the yard and talk with them. We play ball together. I tuck them in at night. We have added many memories. While I could have done so much more, and we parents always think that no matter how much time we spend with our children, I have indeed been blessed and seized many days with my children as time has continued to fly.