Time, I’ve been passing time

…watching trains go by, all of my life. Lying on the sand watching sea birds fly…as Stephen Bishop’s classic song goes. It’s December already, friends. Already. Still a lot of unmet resolutions from the previous year, which were carried over from the year before that. Books I started that haven’t finished. Planned lifestyle changes that remain as plans.Things to let go that I still haven’t let go completely. Places to go that I’ve yet to visit. Many “so near yet so far” situations. Like parallel lines nanometers apart that may/will never intersect. Let’s just say that these potential regrets were generated like a carrot suspended on a string that’s dangling from a stick attached to my posterior that yours truly—a metaphorical rabbit—tirelessly chases day after day as some form of motivation to keep going. Such is life. On the topic of life, while taking a short walk outside yesterday I was listening to a brief podcast episode by Fr. Mike Schmitz of Ascension Presents who said that all the little moments of each day constitute a life. I previously mentioned Emily Dickinson once stating that “forever is composed of nows.” If we imagined both ideas as equations, both were adding up the same things. The distinction is that the previous adds up to something finite and the latter something infinite. Life: tangible. Forever: abstract. To be honest, both are hard to grasp. I probably shouldn’t waste this “little moment”…this “now” by being inside my head. Right? Right.