musings about time

Sometimes life seems to go so fast. . .

and yet so slow;

at the same time.

I'm not really sure how this is possible, but it seems to be. Perhaps, time isn't as constant as we thought is was.

I'll admit, it's a novel thought.

I once heard someone say that " time is the only constant we can count on. It stays the same, and it always keeps on going."

Perhaps science would prove that true... but then again science cannot actually prove anything. It can just help us to see the way things are a little more clearly.

Eternity.

Now there is a word that throws concepts about time for a loop all the way around the moon and back. Eternity.

Time without end, time that doesn't matter.

Does time even exist, or is it a figment of our imagination that helps us to understand what goes on in the earth we live in a little better?

Why does time go fast some days, slow other days, and some days it seems to stand still?

Why do some of us feel like we are old by the time we are twenty and others don't act like they should have outgrown diapers yet?

Why do so many people feel like they just turned nineteen when they are ninety, on their death bed?

Maybe time was part of the fall, part of the curse on mankind, and that is why we seem to constantly rebel against it. On earth, we have such a limited amount of time. In heaven, we cannot comprehend how boundless time will be.

So while we feel that time may consume us, press us, confine us, and restrict us... as long as we believe, it is the passing from this time into the time to come.... that will forever set us free.