The Gift & Curse of Time

Yesterday Celia and I each ordered the same sandwich.

We were hopeful with anticipation.

Alas, disappointment is sometimes a sandwich.

And for me, at least, a wee bit of irritation – you can do better than this.

Today, amusement and pleasure anticipated that Celia and I share the memory of the same bad sandwich.  At some other meal, we will remember and we will laugh at how we both pushed the bad bread (how can bread be bad?  Trust me.  It can.) to the side and settled for mediocre innards, the one time in his waiting career the young man probably never asked how the meal was – fortuitous.

The gift of time is also its curse: so precious, we want more, as anticipated future so quickly moves to remembered past.  Knowing it will all end for each of us some day becomes its own disappointment, pain, anger, and loss.  And that’s the thing, isn’t it?  If time weren’t such a gift, we wouldn’t mind its loss so much.

May your times be filled with precious memories in the making, now and evermore.