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Never Enough

Lisa Thomas • Apr 04, 2018

“Time is the most valuable thing there is. Since the beginning of time, there never seems to be enough of it. People try to beat time, but time always wins. Sometimes when you run out of time you end up doing time. And even if you’re rich you can’t buy more time – although some people will try. . . There is never enough time.“

So runs the dialogue of a 2016 Samsung commercial featuring cuckoo clocks, a woman being cryogenicly frozen in an attempt to cheat Death, two would-be thieves caught in the act, a restroom with every stall full, and a bomb hidden in a salsa can in a food truck.  Oh, and Danny Glover in a couple of great cameos.  The whole point being that their latest phone charges way faster than anything else on the planet so you aren’t wasting time waiting on your phone to be a phone again.

But if you ignore the visuals and focus on the audio, suddenly cell phones fade and reality becomes all too real . . .

“I thought I had more time.”

It was all he could say.  The diagnosis had come within the last 48 hours and they were told weeks.  Weeks quickly, and without warning, became days.  There was no time to process the information.  No time to discuss or prepare (as best one can for such) or adjust.  And now there was absolutely no time at all.  No time and all the time, but for all the wrong things.  And all he could do was sit and stare vacantly, the events moving him beyond shocked to the point of numbness.

Even the time he thought he had would not have been enough.  Couples who have been married to their soulmate for a literal lifetime will quickly tell you 60 or 70 years wasn’t enough. Time is a fickle creature, always teasing us with the hope of more and then tormenting us when it runs out.  There are so many plans that never become reality, dreams that are dashed, and futures that move forever outside our grasp.  So how can we exact our revenge on something so powerful yet so elusive?  By making the most of whatever we are given.

People are placed in our lives for a limited amount of time, as we are in theirs.  We can use that time foolishly, always believing there will be more so amends can be made and wrongs can be righted.  Words can be spoken tomorrow that we didn’t take the time to utter today and acts of kindness and love can wait until a more convenient moment.  But what if?  What if time proves more of an enemy than a friend and life grinds to a screeching halt?  We should always be aware that time may prove itself deceitful, leaving us to mourn what we thought was promised but which we no longer have.  So today, if you take nothing more away from here than one solitary thought, may it be that you should treat every moment in life as though it were the last—the last time you greet a friend, the last time you say goodbye, the last hour you will spend with someone you love, the last time you will touch . . . or hug . . . or kiss.  But instead of approaching those moments fearing there will never be another, rejoice in them.  Lose yourself in the friendship and love of those around you so when the time comes that goodbye is more permanent than you imagined, the regrets will be few and far between.

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