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Time is a companion

Time. It changes from moment to moment; it’s our constant companion, passing by. The other day I got to thinking about what time is for me. Andrea, my wife, is pregnant. The baby is due in only ten more weeks, seventy days, 1680 hours, 6,048,000 seconds – phew.

“How many weeks are you?” I asked.

“Thirty,” she smiled at me.

This started a whole chain of processing off in the rather dull slow aging neurones in my head. Ten weeks, such a long time away. This thought stems I found out after some introspective thought from two things in my childhood.

Firstly at school, between the ages of 7 and 16 time was measured around school, it started in the morning and finished in the afternoon, if only work was so short. But more importantly were the holidays, freedom to do anything. Holidays were split by terms, the time spent at school, these invariably I seem to remember where around 5 weeks long. To a child this was an eternity. It’s true; just think how much you could learn in one term at school aged 11, all those things you did not know before.

Secondly which strictly speaking was not my childhood, but let’s not really say adulthood, maybe young adult, was at University. At University terms were ten weeks in length, the time to our babies zero birthday. Holidays were not the cool things about University like school, rather the opposite, being at University was cool, there was drink, parties, women and of the course the discovery of freedom, oh and learning.

It’s in these periods that time has been measures for me. School and University had a lasting effect on me, my internal clock.

But now things are changing. I have another way of measuring time, through the life of my unborn child. These nine months is just shooting past, faster than a speeding Intercity 125. These next ten weeks I am sure as well will even go faster, relatively speaking of course. I think when junior is born time will forever change for me. My father took me aside one time and told me he could not believe how fast his time is going. I sort of understood. Now I understand better. I will see time through my Childs eyes from now on. Measuring instead his/her landmarks, walking, swimming, exams, first partners, and marriage. He will of course measure her/his time at school, with terms, waiting for his endless holidays as I once did. Then perhaps at University discovering his freedom, waiting for his holidays to fly past waiting for term to start and for his own life to unfold. On and on, as time goes by.

Let me finish up by quoting from one of the wisest Captains in history, maybe he was quoting someone else, who knows. I rather like his thoughts on time. So I leave you with Captain Picard of the Starship Enterprise (NCC-1701D),

"Someone once told me that time is a companion who goes with us on a journey, reminds us to cherish every moment ...because they'll never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we've live."

Posted by iwsmith at December 10, 2003 07:15 PM

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