That is something that I am learning. I have the tendency to live in the past or worries for the future, never in time. As a result, I am bad at the art of contentment because I am always wishing for something that could have been or something better to happen in my life. As I near the end of my twenties, I become anxious and grabby about time. The time lost, the time that should have been, the time I could've used better... Living out of time kills the joy.
To escape time though, is a different thing and we need it:
When you make music or engage yourself as a listener in music, you can escape time--until the piece of music is finished. As I play a piece on the piano, I no longer think about the passage of time but I escape from the dictation of the ticking seconds. My thoughts and being flow with the music's flow and I am IN the music. That is the beauty about music and art. You can get transported into another world that is in the room next to Time.
Same thing as prayer. When you pray, you enter into communion with God--the Eternal One where the constraint of time is broken down. There is a sweet communion with Him and you soar above the creatureliness of this world, while transcending the world paradoxically because when we are with God, He makes us rise on eagle's wings.
So let us redeem time, to count our days so we can live for God, while remembering to take time to escape time, and to commune with the One who is eternal.
I can have more philosophical musings about this, but I will stop here.
First time on the Eurostar train, Paris-bound |