Most people tend to remember the significance of time
in a dangerous or urgent situation. They
realize that the only way that ‘time’ exists is in the reality that there is not enough of
it. There is never enough time in these
moments of life and death. How can there
be? When the possibility of an end
stares us right in the eye, what is there to think about besides time? What is there to remind ourselves of other
than the fact that we suddenly might not have those extra hours we talked about
earlier, or that idea of tomorrow that sounded so great this morning?
They say your life flashes before your eyes when you’re about to die but do you ever wonder if that also
happens when someone you love is the person dying? And instead of your life flashing before your
eyes, it’s your life with that
person? Whatever the answer is, it all
comes to the same conclusion.
There should have been more time. We should have spent more time doing this
with that person, or doing this with another person. We should have spent more time saying these
words or loving these moments. We should
have spent more time living to the last hour of the day. We should have spent more time living like
time was running out. All those
sentences have something in common; the idea of more time.
Unfortunately, it is one of those things that we’ll always long for, but never truly obtain.

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