Why does time fly? It used to crawl when I was 5 years old.
Perhaps our perspective of time is proportionate to our years of existence. If we grow older, one year is seen as less compared to the number of years we have spent in this world.
But what about the New Zealand farmer sitting on his armchair sipping away his favourite Earl Grey in a lazy afternoon? And what about the retiree waiting for his children to return from work?
More probably, this has to do with how we live. As we grow older, we have more things on our plate. While sitting at Starbucks, with my favourite vanilla latte on New Year day, I am suddenly saddened by the amount of work I have to do: meetings on Tuesday, lessons to prepare, people I need to talk to, plumber to call, bills to settle, pest control to hear from, refinancing to settle, dinners at in laws... God help me.
The bible tells us that God sometimes uses trials and tribulations to help us grow in stature and maturity. But surely we can do without the anxieties (of not meeting the expectations, especially my own). If we let any ball drop, hours need to be spent on damage controls and relationship management.
I am reminded again that God has instructed us to seek first his kingdom, to lay captive every thought and to renew our mind daily. My prayer on New Year day: The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want. (Ps 23:1)
The cost of us losing this battle is time and ultimately ... life itself.
