Tempus fugit. A Latin phrase simply meaning “time flies.” You say, “Time flies with the wind.” We all say Time waits for no man or woman. That being the truth, then believe Time obviously has no sex.
While in the Cordilleran foothills last week, Ah Kong heard the winds howl in his deaf ears: time is man’s most irreplaceable resource. Taken for granted, as many would realize to their woe, time passes like a ghost.
Time said to Ah, “We strive to make each minute of our lives count – whether at work or play.”
Time is amazingly fair and forgiving; no matter how much we waste it. Goodness sakes, time can fly while humans cannot.
Often, we go back in time, wanting to kick our butts or scratch out our eyes for the stupidest things we’ve done in our times.
For us males. Remember those times when something bad occurred, we drank to forget. If something good happened, we celebrated. If nothing happened, we drank to make things happen – at the cost of being foolishly drunk.
So the next time the devil reminds us of our foolish past, it’s time we remind him of his future.
As for the girls. A toast to all Cordilleran and Region 1 women who, during their times as girl kids, competed on equal terms by growing up unafraid running barefoot, scratched their shins, fetched water, helped in household chores, gathered firewood, and made us, the boys sulk in shame.
Ha! That was before. This is now. Life is too short to be serious all the time. It takes only a moment to smile and forget about it. Yet to anyone who needs the smile, it can last a lifetime.
So if you can’t find time to laugh at yourself, take time to contact Ah, and I will crazily laugh at you.
Sometimes, we gotta accept that when people can no longer laugh at themselves, then it’s time for others to laugh at them.
Heck, seven days without laughter may indicate there’s something loose with our heads nut and bolts.
And in ha-ha-ha-haing with you, you must remember not to let your friends be lonely. How? By all means, be a pain in the ass by going to their homes for no reason and disturbing them.
While visiting, it’s time to sell to them your products. If you cannot persuade them to buy, you can instead sell your friends.
For us doing daily labor, be cheerful that life is beautiful, from Monday to Friday, eight man-hours a day and Friday being the best day for it is “fly day” for employees.
Life is wonderful for daily laborers as we just cannot leave the office before our time – unless our bosses leave early. As employee, we are nobody. Nobody is perfect. Therefore, we, laborers, are perfect.
Like is magnificent because times when we have problems, we sing to cheer ourselves up, only to find out that our voices are worse than our problems.
To unmarried Cordillera and Region 1 males who are always being rejected. Do you want girls to be running after you instead? Then it’s time to become drivers. It’s said, “Driver. Good lover.” Eh?
Remember, yesterday’s time of being rejected will be tomorrow’s joke when a young gal will come courting you, not you courting her.
It’s the time when the girl wooing you will even bring gifts. And you just untie the gift’s ribbons and Presto. You’ll answer her “Yes, I’ll marry you!” Lucky are the girls who are up to the times of courting their husband-to-be.
For the majority, we cannot turn back the clock. But you know, we can always wind up our clocks and watches again and take time to relax when we don’t have time to relax.
By now, we realize that in relaxing, time goes. Time goes, we say? But alas and alack, Time goes, while we stay, and are left behind.
Time is precious, especially when we need the services of a lawyer, doctor, or ride a jeep, taxi and go marketing.
One of these days, we need to fix the roof of our houses. We do this when it’s time the typhoon is already upon us and the winds are howling mad. You know, we still have time for idleness. And idleness, like kisses, to be sweet must be stolen in time.
We, the adults complain we have so little time for so much to do. When we’ve accomplished something early with some spare time left, we don’t know what to do with the spare time.
We are comforted that time is Nature’s way of keeping things orderly, to make anyone with a watch know what time it is and, to make those wearing two watches realize they need to consult a physician.
Time is a game played wonderfully by children. Time is a game chased by adults. In the end, what really matters is not that time flies too fast but that we might be putting in so little In Time.
Since anytime is the right time for smiles, hugs, handshakes and a pat on the back, a most beautiful moment that slips and accelerates from our grasp just when we want to hold onto it for a while. Where Time goes, nobody knows.
