Hourglass

This morning I woke up, and as usual, had some thoughts before eventually getting out of bed.

So many ideas and plans that could be made into projects and processes.

I was tempted to jump up and start typing out my thoughts.

And the song that came to me was one from Hamilton (yes, that Broadway Show by Lin-Manuel Miranda),

“Why do you write like you’re running out of time?
Write day and night like you’re running out of time?
Every day you fight, like you’re running out of time
Keep on fighting, in the meantime- (non stop)”

Sometimes we have this urge to get things done because we realize that our time is limited.

Like the hourglass with the sand.

It runs from one receptacle to the other and eventually all of the sand is at the bottom. Then you flip it over and realize that you only have a few moments before this side, too, empties.

People race against time trying to complete what needs to be done.

And whatever needs to be done is determined by the individual and their perception of their purpose.

So with every day that passes, so does the opportunity to finish what you were meant to do.

For some it involves family, for others it is friends/colleagues. Some have job or career goals. Others want to do something for communities, countries or the world. Some have goals for their personal development (mentally, physically or spiritually).

And for few, it may be a combination of some or all of the above.

Running out of time.

As the sand continues to move through the hourglass.

So, I gave myself a little more time to rest.

Then I got up to fulfill my purpose.