Of firsts and farewells
IT'S THE SMALL THINGS
Some events that have transpired this past week has gotten me thinking about the cycle of life, and human nature in general. As with everything, at some point, all things must come to an end – whether it is life in and of itself, or the memories, events and chapters that make up our lives. Knowing that most situations are fleeting, we, as human beings, have hopefully learned to make the most out of our everyday. And as mundane as the everyday grind can be, or become, there are certainly some day(s) that stand out in our lives more than others. There are places, people, time periods and events that stand the test of time and are just unforgettable. A lot of those timeless moments happen to be our firsts and our lasts.
When we embark on milestones, and in new chapters in our lives, as exciting as it normally is, a part of us is also ridden with a lot of “what ifs” and anxieties. Perhaps, this is what makes a lot of our firsts in life memorable. The kind where it is photographic, and we never forget where we are, who we were with, and even the scents and the noise that surround us all. And in as much as human nature tends to resist change (even if we know it is the inevitable in life) we all encounter and go through it. What varies is how flexible we are – the manner in which we adapt and adjust. In as much as we may be resistant at first, once we settle, and no matter what transpires within a certain time frame, a part of us will always look back, and thus, we always remember how things come to an end as well.
At the end of the day, I guess the main point I am deriving at is that time is precious. And this commodity is something we must never ever take for granted. We must make the most out of our own time in the same way that we must show respect for the time of others, and we can do this in as basic as being punctual. Time is another constant in our lives. It will go on and pass us by regardless of what we choose to do with it.
Time essentially, and to an extent governs us. Everyone ages whether we like it or not, and our physical strength can be compromised through time (and age). We are the author of our time. If we live life in our terms, and to the fullest; as long as we find happiness and contentment in how we choose to spend our time, then our time is put to good use, and no time should be ever seen as wasted. Make those farewells as memorable as those firsts. Make looking back worthwhile. And do not ever give others the right to tell you what to do with your time – at the end of the day, you know best. Your life is but yours to live.