Who Am I?

As the sun sets in London, I am reminded of how fleeting time can be. One moment the sun is bearing down on your skin, it's rays pertruding the cloudy sky, and in the next moment a ball of rock and dust is dazzling us in ways we never knew possible. We don't appreciate time the way we should, because it can be stripped from us as easily as clothes off a newborn's frail limbs.

How can we truly understand the gift we have in front of us, unless we waste it? If we take every moment we can to achieve the very best action in each instance, we can't stop and realise the beauty of it all. However, if we stop to appreciate the accomplishments, is that time wasted when it could be making even more fantastical works of art, literature, or merely connecting with another being?

When is a good time to look back at what you've done, and ask yourself if it was enough? The moment you accomplish something, a week after, a month or year? Perhaps on your deathbed, or once you've passed on if there is such a place out there after we've perished.

Who else has had this revelation, that time is getting away from them without a second glance? Am I the only one losing my mind over the seconds, minutes, hours and so on, contemplating how I want to be remembered once I no longer contribute to this world? In a single moment, just like all the others, we've chosen to contribute, appreciate, accomplish, connect, or simply exist like no one else ever has.

Why not try it? You get to decide what "it" is, and how you will execute that decision. Good luck, and never waste time again.