If there is one flaw in time, it is that it goes by too quickly. I am especially reminded of this when a year has ended and a new year begins. When I woke up this morning, and took a few minutes to reflect on the past year, I felt a pang of loss, and started resenting time for turning some of life’s greatest moments into distant memories.
While those distant memories were taking shape in my mind, the sound of squealing air breaks broke my concentration. I looked out the window and watched the town bus as it came to a screeching, but steady halt. As it stopped to drop someone off, I wondered to myself how often the town buses will be included in the stories that we will tell from our life in Indonesia (there are so many already).
Then, it immediately dawned on me – the beautiful thing about time is that it leaves us with stories! Unique stories created in the mind of its story-teller. Stories with significance and meaning. Stories that will be told and retold over time.
I hope this coming year blesses us all with magnificent stories!