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Making more time

OPINION by Harry Porter | November 14, 2021 at 4:00 a.m.

Daylight Saving Time has once again left us. It leaves in its wake a bit of jet lag among those that do not care for the early darkness that descends upon us. It is a precursor to the cold, damp days of winter. Frankly, a time of year that is not my favorite.

Some folks love the change of time and season but for me, it is akin to getting a new bed pillow. The idea of it seems nice but those first few nights adjusting to it are pretty rough. You toss and turn trying to find the comfort that you took for granted with your old friend. There are moments that you regret the change and simply wish things had stayed the same. Nevertheless, as they say, time literally marches on. Daylight Saving Time has treaded out of my life for another year and I just have to get used to it, again.

Time is constantly changing and ebbing away from us. At this time of year, I am always reminded of what Dr. Seuss said about time, "How did it get so late so soon? It's night before it's afternoon. December is here before it's June. My goodness, how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?"

The older I get the faster time seems to pass. I could have sworn that just 10 years ago I was turning 16 and excited to learn to drive. Thirty seemed like a faraway future that once I reached it I would be too old and decrepit to feed myself.

Once I actually reached 30, I felt like 40 was a looming gateway to bifocals and prunes. Fortunately, I still had a decade to enjoy myself. However, I blinked and 40 leaped upon me like a tiger in the jungle.

As I found myself in my fourth decade, I contemplated the half-century mark. It scared the living crap out of me. Would what was left of my vim and vigor evaporate as I entered my 50th year? But hey, I had 10 whole years to enjoy before I had to think about it. However, the darnedest thing happened one day when I unwittingly turned around. I was 50!

Now 50 brought with it some aches and pains but all in all, it was not the terrifying beast I had imagined. As I looked ahead to 60, I was not as fearful. Sure, my 20-year-old self would say 60 was old but my 56-year-old self relishes in the wisdom and life experiences I have gained.

I actually look forward to 60. Because like they say, getting older is a lot better than the alternative. All that we have is today. Anything after that is a bonus.

"Time is the most valuable thing a man can spend."

– Theophrastus

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