Time will tell. It always does. the doctor

The most beautiful and awe inspiring things in this world are those we cannot control. Sunrise. Sunset. Thuderstorms. Ocean Waves. Meandering Rivers. We are afraid of what comes with a lack of control. We could be hurt. We could lose something. Ah, but we could gain something too. Sunrise destroys the night and sunset ends the day. We anticipate and relish the beauty of both. We lose innocence but gain wisdom. We fall in order to learn how to stand. We lose future to the present and yet we gain history. Time marches on, passes, gets lost, gets spent, is squandered and somehow the stuff that happens during time's progression is the stuff we can't get back. Life waxes and wanes during our pursuit to control and order the time we think belongs to us.

Some things are meant to be untamed. Some things are meant to be broken. Things are lost. There must be change. There is beauty in order and in choas and our lack of ability to control life. There is peace and contentment in letting go of the conquest. We seem to understand these things in childhood. Children are not aware of time passing in a manner that squanders its worth. I have to teach them to be aware of time, tell time, save time and document time and the changes that come with it. I don't want to do it. I don't want to be the thief of unfettered time. August has past and so has September with no fanfare or regrets in the classroom. It is as it should be.