The measurement of time is a strange thing.
Standardized ways to count the days, years, minutes, seconds
Mathematical. Monotonous.
It’s the people in our lives that allow us to see and feel the movement of time.
Our children.
Our parents.
Our grandparents.
The people we have chosen to do life with.
Some chosen from the eyes of our past self that didn’t know what we didn’t know
Others chosen from the heart of truth and knowing.
Choose wisely.
So as not to count the seconds
of time
But to live and love in the beauty
of now.
Tara McClure 