Life Seems Short

Life moves neither slow nor fast. The rate at which time passes depends wholly on an individual’s perception. To a child, the winter months seem to drag on and on. To a parent, they go by to fast. The realization life is short comes to us as grown ups, instantly provoking a desire to make the minutes last longer. The more we try, the faster time seems to go.
There’s a moment right after I wake up in the morning when life stands deceivingly and apparently still. I lie in bed with my eyes half open, adjusting to the sunlight, and nothing is really happening. I’m not thinking about the future or the past. I am content and peaceful in the space between.
I wonder; if a person were to treat every moment as the space between, would time still seem like an adversary? To live fully in the present, a person would have to let go of obsessions about yesterday and tomorrow. Is it even possible?
People were designed to remember and to think ahead, to make choices based on the potential outcome. Our past and our aspirations are an important part of who we are. Just the same, they shouldn’t overshadow the here and now. How we live in the here and now is, after all, how we create our memories.
Life seems short but the value of what we are experiencing this very moment will never be contigent upon time. Time moves forward and backward. The here and now is something more. It is a gift. I believe we are meant to relax in it, to enjoy it and when possible, to use it wisely.