86,400 Seconds

Hello Beautiful:

I woke this morning realizing I have only 86,400 seconds today to center my thoughts on you.

That’s how I enjoy using my time, because, let’s be real, you are a one-of-a-kind adventure, my love, a real joy-giver. My friends swear daily meditation keeps them grounded, but I prefer to focus my attention on you. Remembering your smile makes me smile, and I laugh every time I replay your silly jokes in my head.

Each day time credits me with 86,400 seconds. It seems like a lot, but if I misuse a second, the loss is mine. There is no going back. So right now I open myself to imaginings of you. Come and live in my thoughts today, my dear. The sea is calm when I’m adrift in reverie of you.

Only Yours,

Time Rushes By

I can’t imagine where winter’s gone. A few days ago I would swear I was home raking leaves onto a battered tarpaulin that has seen its better days, and now I’m watching D. L. Hughley crash and burn on the new season of Dancing with the Stars. I know that time is passing, because I set my clock to Daylight Savings Time, but this is ridiculous. Time is getting away from me at breakneck speed.

The psalmist asked for a favor. He prayed, “Lord, let me know my end, and what is the measure of my days; let me know how fleeting my life is” (Psalm 39:4).

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I guess it helps to grasp that life is brief, and to appreciate the fact that we have a limited amount of time to accomplish our life’s purpose here. It’s alright to waste a little time with friends when you need to chill, but waste too much and you may short-change yourself some priceless seconds you can’t get back at the end. Saul Bellow’s rallying cry for the fifties middle-class in America still fits. You’d better seize the day!