Time flies just fine by itself without us counting the days until the weekend or declaring Wednesday as ‘hump day’ in an effort to roll faster through Thursday right on to the weekend.
Thursdays are now commercially billed as the new Friday so we can get a jump start on the weekend happy hour and shopping merriment.
It might be worth the time to review this concept.
There’s 24 hours in a day, 168 hours in a week and 8,760 hours in a year. Placing a greater value on weekend hours while under valuing weekday hours equates to dismissing whole segments of our life.
Hours are not recyclable.
Somebody signal the ref. for a time-out.
Sadly, it’s not until we’re faced with our own impending mortality that we wise up to the value in every hour of our life.
Talk about a wake-up call.
Philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche once said, “you yourself will always be the worst enemy you can encounter, you yourself lie in wait for yourself in caves and forests.”
More concisely, “You are Your Own Worst Enemy.”
Wishing away time chasing after tomorrow or the upcoming weekend, robs us of the gift of now.
We are the thief hiding in the cave or lurking in the forest secretly robbing ourselves of the hours in the day.
Let’s say we wake up from this autopilot coma we’ve been living in and take control of today’s current conditions.
It’s a start, but let’s look closely at our thoughts moving forward.
Before going out in the morning, fully accept the current conditions of your life when looking in the mirror, getting the kids ready for school, starting your car, driving to work or the post office.
There is so much to be grateful for just as it is now.
Rain, traffic, bills, daily dramas, unexpected conflicts are simply variables in the current ongoing conditions of our life.
What seems so overwhelming and complicated gets put in perspective quickly if we or someone we love receives a serious health diagnosis.
The hours in our lives are priceless regardless of what day of the week they land in.
In other words, the first hours of birth or the last hours before death hold the same value.
Treasure every hour, even the precious hours of sleep, for they are originals, never to return.
