A Matter of Time

In less than six hours my 2013 calendars will become obsolete. I knew they day would come, so did they. It was just a matter of time.

Time. A word difficult to define without using the word time. What if it, time, didn’t exist? Not the passing of time or the concept of time but simply the word…time.

You would never have a good time or a hard time.

You would never race against time or finish in the nick of time.

You wouldn’t have all the time in the world or run out of time.

Time would not fly or crawl by.

You would never arrive at the appointed time or for that matter at the same time.

You could never be in the right place at the right time or the wrong place at the wrong time.

You wouldn’t need better luck next time because there wouldn’t be a next time.

You couldn’t buy on time, do time, waste time or give it time.

There wouldn’t be a high time or an about time, a feeding time or killing time.

You couldn’t make good time or make up for lost time.

You would never have time to catch your breath or even tell time.

You would never have time on your hands or reason to call a time out.

There would be no quality time or the sands of time.

You could not take time or take up time.

Time could never be ripe nor could it fly.

Never again would there be a “Once upon a time…”

It was just a matter of time before I realized....

I could never again tell my children or grandchildren, “Maybe next time.”

I could never tell the people I love, “I don’t have time.”

Maybe, just maybe time is overrated.