Now that it’s Thursday

 

We arrange things according to our needs. Unfortunately, many things are arranged for us, or are arranged in itself, and we simply have to follow the unchangeable patterns.

Our time passes in seconds, in minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years. I recall an e-mail I once read about appreciating the value of certain amounts of time. It was something along the lines of: if you want to know the value of year, ask a student who failed a course; if you want to know the value of a month, ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby; if you want to know the value of a week, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper; if you want to know the value of a day, ask a schoolboy on the last day before the holidays; if you want to know the value of an hour, ask a criminal just sentenced to death; if you want to know the value of a minute, ask a person who just missed the bus; if you want to know the value of a second, ask a person who just escaped death in a car accident; if you want to know the value of a millisecond, ask an Olympic silver medallist.

I often catch myself thinking I can’t believe it’s August, or May, or December, or even more often, I can’t believe it’s Sunday again. And with that incredulity, the inevitable question: what have I done with this past week, these past months, or this even this year?

Now that it’s Thursday, again, I can’t believe that another week has passed, again. I want to make a resolution, again, to appreciate every day, every hour, every minute, every moment. When (if?) next week comes, and it’s Thursday, again, I want to be able to answer what I did with the past week and list its treasured moments.

 

A moment to linger…

 

 

 

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