This poem came out of a dinner I had last night with two former roommates. As we reminisced over tacos, I realized that it had been an entire year since I’d spoken to one of them. She was a wonderful roommate, and I consider her a great friend, but I guess you could say time got the best of us — caught up in the daily grind, our relationship slipped through the cracks.
It’s amazing how that happens, and, oftentimes by mistake. When our minds become fixated on so many things, it’s so easy to lose sight of the people we come in contact with along the way. If we’re not careful, in time our projects will take the place of our relationships. But only if we let them … In the end, we get to choose how we spend our time.
I’m calling this poem “Refocus:” something I hope to do over the next several months of summer. I don’t want to keep saying “I’m too busy” to make time for people. I’m sick of feeling like my days are stuck in a never-ending system of turbulence. That’s one of the reasons why I haven’t been blogging as much recently, because time is valuable. My goal is to start investing more of my time into people instead of stuff.
How we spend our time says a lot about who we are.
The years, they trickle by
like grains of sand through the hourglass of time
And our feet, they slide in the sand
We can’t seem to get a grip, or take a stand
There’s always “too much to do,” yet so much to say
And all the while, we’ve stopped giving God the time of day
What will it take for us to shake this broken record system
Before the curse of the clock claims another generation
No more living in the future, it only leads us astray
Quit banking on tomorrow, because all we have is today.
Question: What about you? Where is your focus?