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Cassandra Gardiner: Lost time

Cassandra Gardiner returns with this week’s offering. Guest opinion articles do not necessarily reflect the views of the publication. Ed


As a child the clock ticked by so slowly, waiting, waiting, a few more minutes pass. Christmas and holidays taking forever to come around, anticipating parties or playdates was like driving in first gear.

Tantalising twenties
After schooling, time began speeding-up to an enjoyable pace; rushing into this, chasing that, moving around, the past falling away.

During my twenties time was an exploration, so many things to do, opportunities to follow, unknown and unchartered experiences. Like stepping into a candy store, sweets of all colours, flavours and sizes, some out of reach, several not to my liking and those I couldn’t get enough of.

In my thirties time was manageable, planning holidays, arranging social life and finding leisure time.

Fast-paced forties
Now its the forties, Monday again, suddenly Thursday with only Friday left and the weekend looming.

Mindful of the clock jumping from mid-morning to mid-afternoon to 7.20pm. Where does the time go?

Is there another dimension where full time can be mastered and completed? Considering great discoveries, a delve into the realms of lost time would be most intriguing.

Filed away for later use
Perhaps there is a space somewhere banked-up with lost time, stacks and stacks of it. Neatly labelled, each person’s name, contact details and use-by-date. Stored, waiting to be retrieved and fulfilled (is this what happens in old age, getting closer to the use-by date, automatically returned, lost time is added in and the clock slows?).

Visiting this allegoric place, when required, stocking-up, checking what’s left, then home again ready with fresh, reserved, time. Withdrawals only available to the owner, every now and then a journey well-worth making, taking out time.

If anyone has details of a specialist agent (hopefully Mr Branson hasn’t reserved the rights) that will be most thoughtful.

To read more of Cassandra Gardiner‘s work, visit her blog.

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