With the approach of the big 50 Anniversary, I ponder about time. (No, I didn’t mean it’s about time I ponder.)
With each tick of a clock we are suddenly thrust from one time to another — from one day to another — one month or one year to another. The past fades quickly into pools of memories and the future stands before us like an unread book. I think wisdom is seeing the past for what it was and the future for what it can become and living the present as a melding of the two, no matter how imperfectly. When I think I am most wise, I am fool of fools. When I am foolish? Only God knows.
© Mary Lu Warstler, 2007