Today I did something silly. I thought it was Saturday when in fact it was only Friday. I got into my Saturday routine and wondered why a radio programme that has run for decades was not on. I rang a pal and found I was a day out.
I am I confess fascinated with these quirks of time: Phineas Fogg gains a day in Around the World in 80 Days, Sam Tyler in Life On Mars goes back forty years and Bill Murray keeps waking to the same day in Groundhog Days.
Days, the poet Philip Larkin said, are what we live in.
When we are young time seems a limitless commodity but as we age we realise there is only so much time left ‘in the bottle.’
An old mystic said we should walk towards time and embrace eternity. Our Lord said we should use the time wisely as the days are evil. Maybe Our Lord appreciated better the brevity of our physical lives. He also knew how are lives would end as in the case of Peter
( John 21.18 )As the parable of man who lays up for the future ( Luke 12.19 ) shows us we are not privy to when we will be called to give account of our lives.
As in most of life a balance is needed. I have known two workaholics and sadly both died tragically young. A slower pace would have been better for both. I am sure we all know those who seem to have wasted their days. We must be saddened not judgemental I think.
O, yes, but having an day did give me time to write this blog.