Time Passes Quickly, Chances Are Few

Recently I lost a friend.  It happens.  One minute they're there and the next -- gone.  Looking back it was a predictable outcome but, still, overwhelming the finality of it all.

You think you have all the time in the world.  Hey, dude, I'll see you next year or two or three or four or a decade.  The sands of time slip through that hourglass relentlessly, grain by grain, moment by moment, experience by experience, chance by chance.

And ...

... then it's gone.  They're gone.  Forever.

No warning, no explanation, no sympathy card.  No nothing.  Just gone.

Time does pass quickly.  Exactly three thousand six hundred seconds per hour:  3600 sec / hour.  That's it.  That's for all of us!  We all pass time at the same rate so it seems a shame that we waste so much of it fiddling around when we should be making those chances happen.

Time passes quickly, chances are few.

We all have so many ticks of the clock.  It's measurable, in the end, but not when we're actually on the  clock which is either a blessing or a curse!  Imagine knowing the second of your doom.  How would you change your life or not knowing that?  Maybe a lot, maybe not at all.

And it's not just you, it's the other person to consider, too.  Perhaps they could have communicated more than a once-a-year Christmas letter.  Perhaps they could have called or send an email or something.

Well, it's all water under the Bridge of Life, isn't it?  Gone forever.  Downstream.  Done and done.

And, you know, it doesn't serve anybody anything to lament over what could have been, but what are you going to do today to lessen the sadness of that lament for the next person.