Stop and Smell the Roses

Maybe you will relate to this, or perhaps you won't. Still, I've been thinking a fair bit about the fragility of time, especially after attending kindergarten orientation for my son yesterday.

Time's relentless march seems to hasten as we age, each year feeling more fleeting than the last.

A year feels like an endless horizon when you're young, and while most of that can be attributed to limited experience, perhaps it's just due to not overcomplicating simple pleasures.

As you grow older, the years become mere blips in the tapestry of our lives, their significance dwindling with each passing moment.

I tend to view this as the cruel irony of life, as the more we live, the less we tend to experience, or at least the more it starts to feel mundane.

Racing through a day full of countless demands and responsibilities becomes commonplace. Suddenly, you're struck by the bittersweet realization that while so much in life feels limitless, it's not.

If what I described sounds familiar to you, I assure you you're not alone, but here's what you can do.

Step away from your computer, put down your phone, breathe and then stop and smell the roses. Today, I stepped outside and did precisely that.

Time slowed, even for a few split seconds, and then I was content with just breathing, thinking and doing.

So, I have more roses to smell tomorrow.