Time stands still for no one ...

  When I was a child, the four years we spent in Germany were like living in a magical wonderland.  I didn't realize it at the time but looking back, even in those early months after we returned stateside, I knew that it had been a time in my life that I would cherish.

  We don't often see how quickly time passes, and don't appreciate the time we squandered away doing things that really wouldn't matter in the long run.

  A brisk walk among spring flowers, fall leaves, or the first snow of a white Christmas that we would later regret not lingering over.  Scenery or moments that others would purchase on greeting cards, or postcards, while we were too self-absorbed to notice.

  As children, we couldn't wait to grow up, to become adults, to be able to do this or that.  As adults, we wish we could turn back the clock, or stall Father Time. 

  We shouldn't take whatever time we have left over from each day, week, month, or year wishing it away for the experiences and life that cannot be regained.  

  Instead, perhaps, we should have new experiences, cherish this life, and spend each day as the gift it is.

Participating in Words for Wednesday here.