Is It Too Late

There is no past that we can bring back by longing for it. There is only an eternally new now that builds and creates itself out of the Best as the past withdraws.
-Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe (1749-1832).



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Photo by laffy4k

The sun has sat on another day.  One that began as any other.  The same routine as before.  The sun, he awakes.  Shining his glow, his warmth, on the world around me.  Bringing life to a world that was just moments ago, dark, lifeless. 

Spending his day watching over me as I pay him no mind.  He continues his journey across the sky.  Sometimes  hiding behind clouds.  It’s then that I notice that he is not around.  Soon showing himself again, I assume my day without another thought of him, until he gets bored and hides once again.  Taken for granted, He has no choice.  It’s what he does.


Just as quickly, it seems, as he rises he soon settles down for the evening.  Nothing new for him.  Just a normal routine.  Another day.

So too, my day begins.  One that begins as any other day.  The same routine as yesterday.  I awake, and turn on the lights of my world.  I see the riff-raff from the night before scattered across my world.  Stepping over clothes and shoes that are lying there, lifeless.  It’s what I do.  

Yet, today, it begins with a thought.  A thought that has shown as bright as the sun.  It’s as if it came from behind the clouds of my mind.  I had seen it before, hiding there.  Ever so often peering out as if to say, “Remember me?”  With time though, if I pay it no mind, it usually fades away again, hiding.  Only, today…today was, different. 

The thought…was time.  It wasn’t going to hide from me today.  It was going to make sure that I sat up and paid attention.  

Times when I was younger with thoughts and dreams of life future. How many children I would have.  What fun things my kids and I were going to do.  Oh, it was a joy then.  Perfect.  Probably not unlike anyone else who, as a child, dreams.  I thought then about what I would be doing with my time.  I was going to be a dentist.  I was going to have “my dream house” that I still can picture today.  Yet, it’s just that a picture.  It’s all just a picture.  

Then the thoughts brought me to reality.  What had I done with this time?  Had I reached those dreams? Had I done those things?  Unfortunatley, for me, and for them, no.  

Time that should have been spent with my kids is now gone.  All that special time wasted.  Times that should have been spent doing those fun things, were spent with “the bottle.”  I had taken time for granted.  Now, it’s fleeting….Now it’s too late.

Or is it?  I have a little time left.  I can still strive to make a lasting impression, to show them God as I know him, to teach them the big lessons of life, to do those fun things…before I notice that, hey, they are not around.  

If you read this and are a new parent,  please, for the love of everything that is good, examine your time…have fun with your children.  Live those dreams you had as a child.  Time is fleeting.  You risk waking up, shaking your head, and asking yourself, where did the time go?  Is it too late?  I hope not. 

Now, I’ve got to get busy.  I’ve got a lot of making up to do.


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  1. gran
    Posted October 28, 2008 at 11:00 am | Permalink

    Finally!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It’s not too late–until you’re 6 ft under. You were such a happy baby; your sense of humor – contagious. I can just imagine the fun you guys can have. Those things they will never forget. And remember, it doesn’t cost alot to spend time with them, just a little imagination. They won’t care what they do as long as it’s with DAD. Now get going!

  2. Posted October 28, 2008 at 5:08 pm | Permalink

    Amen to that! My husband and I spent a lot of time with my daughter when she was young. A lot of that time was spent on our land in the mountains planting and taking care of a garden, building a shed, planting trees, building fences, making a small tractor from a kit, etc. She still remembers that time fondly. As you say, the important thing was she was doing it with her parents. She obtained a great practical education in the process.

  3. Posted October 28, 2008 at 6:35 pm | Permalink

    @Ya’ll – It’s just so strange. I mean, it’s almost as if I don’t know what to do, where to start…and I’ve been a dad for 13 or 25 years, hard to tell these days. Yet, I think the good Lord…no, scratch that, I know the good Lord is going to guide me in this area of my life. If not, he and I are gonna have to have a looooonngggg talk :)


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