It occurred to me the other day, that when you're a kid, time seems to crawl very slowly. I remember when I was a kid, my mom would say things like "only a month until Christmas" or only "15 days until your birthday". She thought she was being helpful, measuring the time out for me. But when you're eight, 15 days is a long time, and a month is an eternity. I remember asking my mother when I would be 20, which for some odd reason was the age at which I believed everyone suddenly was a "grownup". She responded of course that I would be 20 in 12 short years. Twelve years. Of course, my eight year old self gave up in despair of ever becoming an adult.
The day I graduated from high school, my mother came up to me after the ceremony. She said to me, serious and with a little bit of intensity, "You'll see now that time will move faster. After you graduate from high school, the years go by so fast. Don't waste a single moment. Before you know it, ten years will have gone by since this day, but it'll only feel like a few years. Time slips through your fingers, and you can't get it back." Then she smiled and sparkled and became happy again, but I remember it was the first time that I thought she looked old.
I didn't believe my mother, of course. I was eighteen, and still stupid enough to believe that time was on my side. I've wasted some time, sorry to say. I know the value of time now, because it's been about eight years since that day, and even now, when I write that, it sounds wrong, like I've made a mathematical error in measuring the time that has left me now, forever. But it's not too late. Maybe that's what New Year's resolutions are all about. Time gets away from us, it's true. What does Springsteen say? Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye? But even for someone twice my age, it's not too late. Don't worry about the time that has escaped. It's already gone, and nothing can retrieve it. Make use of the time you have left. Don't waste a single minute.
Happy New Year. May 2006 be fruitful for all of you.