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  • Writer's pictureClaudia Lee-Ottman

Where Time Goes

Today I sat outside and thought about where time goes.

Time appeared slow, in the eons needed for glaciers to carve fiords and for mountains to take shape. Yet time looked different in the flow of the river, the formation of clouds and the growth of trees. I thanked Mother Nature for her ability to display such beauty with her use of time.

My thoughts drifted to what my use of time on Earth displayed, and what the collective use of human time on Earth looked like. Since humans started recording history, we've all been given the same amount of time in a day because scientifically time doesn't discriminate. It doesn't care if you're young or old, parent or child, husband or wife, what country you live in, what gender you are or what economic status you hold. Time waits for no one.

That thought landed me in the sand of my hour glass, admitting there is a limited time to do what we wish to do, and there will never be a better time than the present to get started. From inside the hourglass of my mind's eye, I grew hope that the heart of humanity would use time wisely to demonstrate kindness to each other and to our beautiful aging Mother Earth.

"The way we spend our time defines who we are." Jonathan Estrin


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