Today I
watched Groundhog Day with my family. When it came out, it became my
favorite comedy. "What if there is no tomorrow? There wasn't one today." Hilarious! Later viewings also revealed a brilliant allegory: changing the outcome
of what matters is up to us, and the only asset we are given to carry out
the mission is time. I have always been intrigued by time. For my first
communion, I was given a digital watch. For years I would try to
catch the precise moment that 23:59 turned into 00:00, which would also
trigger an even more exciting date change. Something that had just been... no longer was. At
age
eleven I thought time went by very slowly. At twelve, I noticed that
while some weeks still went by slowly, others seemed to fly. By age
thirteen, days, weeks, years have been zooming by. In my thirties I
realized I could start sorting memories by decades, no less. And recently, it
dawned on me that I had likely lived more years than I had left. Not
that I am not keen on juicing the present, but the thought was just one
more reminder that time ticks away.
