Maybe it is all this talk of impending doom, maybe it is the stock market, maybe it is just my own realization that I'm not getting any younger, but Time...and the concept of Time has been on my mind a lot lately. I've always had this habit of wishing that things would speed up sometimes. I want to know how the show turns out, I want to know whodunit, I want to see how the story ends. When I'm at work, I keep hoping that the clock goes just a little bit faster. Each week, I look forward to Wednesdays, because the new books come in. Then I look forward to Fridays, because hell, who doesn't?
I want Time to speed up when I'm bored, or tired, or doing something that I would rather not be doing, and I want Time to slow down when I'm home, or having fun. But Time isn't like that, and I'm fast coming to the realization that there is only a certain amount of Time allotted to each of us in our lifetimes. An old and very dear friend of ours is in a hospice, with cancer, and it's looking as though his amount of time is drawing very quickly to a close. And of course, it's not fair.
But maybe I shouldn't be in such a rush to find out the end of things...because I'll get there all too quickly as it is. And I DO believe it to be absolutely true, that time spent doing the things that you love is time well spent. So hug your friends, love your family and go out and read as many Comic Books as you possibly can.