By: Gabriela Yareliz
What strangeness, the concept of time. I think it’s the ultimate science. Who can decipher time? Time is interesting. It can serve as a warm blanket that makes us feel safe, healed, comforted; or it can leave us like a broken bottle that’s been shattered in an alley that no one will touch or pick up for a very long time.
Time can make distance run; time can make love remain. Time is like a friend who is the revealer of secrets. It’s that finger that beckons you to follow it and move forward with curiosity, hope and euphoria.
As the song Seasons of Love from the musical Rent so accurately suggests, we should measure our time and lives by love.
Time. Despite the rollercoaster ride of life, somehow life can drop you off in a very familiar place. A place that used to be yours, and suddenly, you are yourself again. It can leave you stronger; it can leave you empty; it can leave you in a very different place from where you started.
It can do anything you want it to because ultimately, it’s your choice.
It is like the observation of the potter by Jeremiah in the Bible. The potter continues to work with the clay. Even if it has flaws, the potter does not throw it out, but instead it continues to fashion it, taking his time to make a useful vessel (Jeremiah 18). God is the potter; we are the clay. The story doesn’t end there. A potter doesn’t work on a ceramic piece to just leave it there. The piece is used to carry something, and whatever is inside gets poured out over time.
Every minute that goes by we have a choice. How do we want to be poured out?
I hope you choose to be that person: the one who stops and helps someone in an emergency; the one who feeds; the one who guides; the one who shines light in darkness; the one who comforts; the one who laughs; the one who explores; the one who identifies; the one who holds a hand; the one who expects nothing in return; the one who prays; the one who offers; the one who smiles; the one who serves; the one who sacrifices; the one who encourages; the one who leads by example; the one who loves.
Be conscious through the passage of time. Don’t choose bitterness, cynicism, doubt and hate. Be really alive; be genuinely content; be lovingly grateful; be extremely hopeful–and measure your life in love.
/How do you measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets,
in midnights, in cups of coffee,
in inches, in miles,
in laughter, in strife.
In 525,600 minutes,
how do you measure,
measure a year in a life?
How about love? Measure in love. Seasons of love./–Seasons of Love, Rent