Children count the years in minutes.
Teenagers live in the moment.
Middle-agers count the years in decades.
and the aging count the minutes in a year.
Time is of no real moment until the final one.
Counting time bears momentum
only if we overthrow its end.
Like plants dormant in winter soil
we push against the darkest hours
not counting time but striving upward
into the light where we can grow.
Never say you are getting old.
Say, instead you are growing older.
Then stop the watch. Stop the calendar.
This is the only moment that counts.
Live this moment until its end.
annarino writes 