Today was Thursday. Tomorrow, then, will be Friday. And tomorrow being Friday, it means another week has flown by. It seems to trite to wonder where the time went, but, well, it only seems natural to wonder just that when, tomorrow being Friday, you realize yet another week has gone by and you are still...still...well, still.
Don;t get me wrong, I am glad to be "still". Still being, being alive, is a good thing. Waking up in the morning, is a good thing. Considering the alternative, well, as they say, we'll be dead a long time. Even if we make it to heaven, we will still be dead, at least to this life.
And that is why I am given pause to stop and think that tomorrow being Friday, what does it mean? What have I accomplished? Should I have done more? Should I have something to show for the time spent? Do we really "spend" time? Really, now is all there is.
And so I ponder this as I go to bed on yet another Thursday night. And think to myself, tomorrow being Friday, perhaps I should get busy.