Time. The most valuable resource. I’d do a crazy busy
schedule any day just to have what’s coming – a feeling of time. And space, so
that when I look out, I see more than just what’s in front of my nose. It’s
hard to look beyond your living room when you haven’t the time to venture
further.
our farmer, working the fields down the road
Today was harried, tomorrow will be crazed, then will come a
few days of normal and after that – time.
How is it that we, with our work ethic and endless growth
obsession, never admit to how valuable, desirable, luxurious it is to have
merely time? And I don’t mean time to do nothing (though if that’s your goal at the
end of the day, then why not?). But time to be yourself in charge of the next hour and the one
after?
fields of growth, fields of future dreams
The neighbor across the road plants trees. Rows and rows of
them. For your grandchildren, right? Ed teases him. (Rows of trees in fields of
dandelions. To see him tend those trees is to know what it is to be content.)
Success, as measured by time. Pour resources into banking
time.
Before it runs out on you.
