Time May Change Me, But I Can't Change Time

Time May Change Me, But I Can't Change Time

Over the many years of my life I've experienced significant change. Some for the better - some for the worst. However, it wasn't until I realized and accepted that time will change me no matter how hard I didn't want to become the person I became or how hard I want time to change me to become the person I always wanted to become.

As a kid I hated time. It was going so fast and I wasn't able to slow it down. I didn't want it to change me, but the events of my childhood made it almost impossible to stop. I had to grow up much faster than I wanted. I had to become the man of my family much sooner than I wanted. Why couldn't I just go to school and play games with my friends instead of working with my father and mother so we could keep a roof over our head?

I got married way too soon and had children way too soon. Time changed me from being a fun loving bachelor to a stressed out parent. I wanted to change what time was doing to me, but I couldn't change time.

As time went on many good things were happening in my life. The problem was I didn't take as much time appreciating them as I did focusing on the stress of the negative things. At thirty five I was in fight or flight mode where flight was winning out. Time was changing me, but I wasn't sure it was going to be for the better. The one thing I did realize was that I couldn't change what time had already done to me. 

Then in my forties, time was changing me in ways I hoped for when I was in my twenties. I was more confident. I appreciated life and living more. I trusted and respected myself more. I accepted the world around me more. I loved unconditionally even when I didn't get what I wanted. My words were positive. My actions were positive. I was giving positive energy out to the Universe and getting back as much as I was giving.

When my sixties showed up, time was again moving too fast. I was having so much fun and I wanted time to slow down. I loved the way time was changing me and I looked forward to how time would change me in the future. I knew I couldn't change time from the past, but I no longer focused on the bad stuff it did to me. I knew time would continue to change me in the future, but I also knew that change would be a positive one.

Sooo, where are you on the timeline of your life? Are you taking time to look forward or are you using time to hate the past. Have you realized and accepted that;

Time Will Change You, But You Can't Change Time?