The more time passes me by, the less I understand it. The more I put the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, and decades into their neat little boxes and tuck them out of sight, the less I understand what they have actually accomplished and how to take advantage of the moment I am actually living in. Maybe thinking about it actually makes it worse- fretting and not living.
Its a human struggle though. One that's been happening since people had more years to live. Vanity of vanities.
Here are a few brilliant quotes from Annie Dillard on time and a life well lived:
"How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives."
"We are here on the planet only once, and might as well get a feel for the place."
"Spend the afternoon, you can't take it with you."
"There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by. A life of good days lived in the senses is not enough. The life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less; time is ample and its passage sweet. Who would call a day spent reading a good day? But a life spent reading -- that is a good life."
"A schedule defends from chaos and whim. A net for catching days."