Time By Linda Stowe
There is an old joke about land that goes: Buy land because they’re not making any more of it.
You know what else is in short supply? Time. You get what you get. Nobody gets extra servings, no matter how cute or deserving or willing to pay more. You can’t borrow it or lend it. You can’t even steal it. What’s yours is yours.
So how do we use our unknown but limited supply? We sell it to employers. We give it to friends, family, and slow drivers. We waste it on countless distractions, including things designed to save time. And of course we sleep, all the while our time keeps slipping by.
Which brings me to a recent Washington Post report about the booming longevity industry. More than 800 clinics now offer treatments aimed at aging: lasers, infusions of special molecules, heavy-metal removal, even plasma exchanges that replace an older person’s blood plasma with that of a younger donor. The science and clinical trial evidence behind many of these treatments is thin, but investors are investing, customers are buying, and lobbyists are lobbying. The promise, it seems, is not just to extend life, but to turn back time—something we have always known cannot be borrowed, bought, or stolen.
Wordle guess words: about, steal, trial
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Another great piece.
As the song by The Steve Miller Band says, “Time keeps on slipping into the future…”
And so it goes.
And like my old favorite soap opera, Days of Our Lives, used to say, “Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.”
These sayings may seem trite, but they are true.
Time is something we cannot harness. We can’t capture it or hold it still. It keeps on ticking, some days faster than others.
The best thing we can do with our time is to appreciate it. Right this very moment. For this moment is all we have.
