Last week I was sitting in the library I heard an eerie sound. The sound caused me to stop reading - reflect on where I was, and think about where I was going. It’s a sound we all hear every day but mostly we are oblivious to it. It was the sound of the second hand working it’s way around a clock.
Have you ever just stopped and stared at a ticking clock and noticed the secondhand ticking by? Sit quietly in front of a clock and watch the numbers tick over, the hand go around the face of a clock. Or, go outside and watch how quickly the sun moves from the east to the west. I remember being in Maui sitting on the beach at sunset. What started as an empty beach, suddenly filled with locals. They came from everywhere. They came to watch and celebrate the setting of the sun. It sets so fast once it gets near the horizon. As it crested the horizon and disappeared for the day people applauded. Perhaps some of them were reflecting on their day - and thinking 'have I made it a great day?'
The second you just watched on the clock you’ll never get back again. It’s gone… finished …. disappeared forever. We’re so busy taking care of the next thing we quite often don’t stare at the clock and contemplate the fact that we let that second, that minute, that hour getaway from us without an appreciation, contribution, or a feeling in our own hearts and minds that that was time well spent. Was that time well spent?
As the sun sets this afternoon look to the west and think was that a day well spent?