Tempus Fugit

Today is August 1, 2010, sixteen days before I turn 22. What Roman poet Virgil wrote is essentially true: “Sed fugit interea fugit irreparabile tempus" which means “But it flees in the meantime; irretrievable time flees.” I remember complaining of having to turn 18 too soon, thinking that I’d like to stay forever 17 and –ta-da!—in just a few weeks I am celebrating my 22nd birthday. Of course, my life’s being without direction is another story. I rarely need someone to remind me that unlike most young professionals my age, I have nothing in my name: no savings account, no property, no investment, no valuable assets, not even a bankable career to secure my future. Also there are still times I feel like I do not know what to do with my life, if I am steering myself into the right direction, if I am making the right decisions about my future or what the heck, am I even moving?

But needless to say, time never stops running and experience has taught me that it does not wait for anyone. Either we live with that fact or completely lose the race. Once in high school I stumbled upon a quote which says, "Be jealous of your time, since it’s your greatest treasure", and at the time I did not fully comprehend what it means. It is only now in young adulthood that I am able to grasp the magic and paradox of time…how it can be an enemy and an ally, how it can cause and heal your wounds, how you presently possess it while simultaneously losing it and then how we want to turn it back only to realize that by spending a minute wishing that time would stop or go back, we are wasting more. *Sigh* Will go to sleep.