IQ tests baffle me, but God’s Soul Quotient test is much harder. During my progression and, then regression, through life, I kept yearning for the good-old days. It was a wireless time when you had time to blend with Nature’s trend. Virtual reality is not the same. But if change is the constant, I’ve work to do.
Remembering the good times, while deleting as many of the other kind as I can, brings tears to my eyes. I was vibrant and full of it, rushing to the future back then, but things changed dramatically. After the family thing and kicking the kids out of the nest before their time, I’d become an aged, wrinkled specimen waiting for time to stand still. Who set the time standard, at the speed of light? Give us a break now and then, to take a breath, to smell the roses every day — not just on Valentine’s Day. Then as my calendar flipped its pages at such a rapid rate, I approached the day time would stand still over me.
The story of every life has finality to it, ending with a period (.) or, if one of notoriety, an exclamation mark (!), both signifying the end. That is, unless you plan for an afterlife and that’s when you use a comma (,) and take it from there.
What is time other than a gift to us? With space ever expanding, there is the tendency to become shiftless, and with our assigned time, waste it. The past is gone and the future not here yet, leaving the present as the only reality. The next word I type will be the future one, which I must choose. Here it is, “good.”
Good to know there is little you can do about the future, except diet, exercise and hope the safety net holds. That leaves the present to fill. The tough test is, you change with it whether you want to or not.