Where has all the time gone???

“Time is a wasteland. It has grandeur but no beauty. It’s strange, frightful power is always feared but rarely cheered.” (The Sabbath Heschel) p20

I found this a beautiful description of time. Time and I have a love-hate relationship. When I need it most to fly by (anticipation for a guest, holiday, or during unpleasant job) it slows to a crawl and giggles at my constant glances. When I plead with it to slow to the thickness of molasses it steps on the hyper-speed treadmill and goes to town. For example, when I lay my weary head on a pillow and close my eyes hoping the night passes slowly only to awake a moment later to the blaring alarm. The line “It’s strange, frightful power is always feared but rarely cheered” leaves time with this heavy drape across our shoulders. We can neither run from it or grasp it, it’s that nagging feeling you’re being followed yet when you turn around no one’s there. “Time is a wasteland” is a strong metaphor. I visualize some vast desert, heat rising from the cracked earth with no end in sight. A scene much like the scene from Pirates of the Caribbean 3 where Jack Sparrow wanders around his own personal wasteland. Time, what a dreadful and marvelous thing. It’s power keeps us moving forward, yet also keeps us in constant reflection trying to grasp at what was. In my Human Development class, we spoke about memories and nostalgia.