Human Nature

I honestly think that it is in the genetic makeup of mankind to always be in a hurry. We look at our watches or clocks contemplating when we should be somewhere, what we should be doing, anything and everything seesm to revolve around the time. Since Bryon died I find myself slowing down, not caring what time it is or where I should be. That is not to say I am always late but rather I am not obsessed with it. It has nothing to do with age and in my opinion all to do with the realization that the faster  time goes, the more we become aware of it, the sooner our time is up and we die.To coin a cliche I now "stop to smell the roses" more, to marvel at an eagle in flight, to watch the sun slowly set, to savour life.I used to set myself "goals" things I had to get done in the day. no more, if they don't get done so be it, it's not as if they will not be there tomorrow. I don't know how much time I will be granted to be on this earth but by jimminy I want to make the most of it. Tonight I sat and watched as a lily started to close it's petals as the sun set. I wish I had learned this lesson when Bryon was alive, but in my mind there was always tomorrow......well you never know when you will run out of tomorrows. Make the most of each day.....slow down.