Time is the ultimate gift.

I have been given a lot of thought to time lately, perhaps because it seems to go by so fast and also there seems to be never enough of it. The thought of time makes my hair stand on edge. The future never truly arrives and the past is merely a collection of past futures. It is an enigma.

I often explain that you can lose all your money, but with hard work you might find it again, but time lost can never be found. If it could, no doubt that Warren Buffet would have bought most of it already. Time can never be recaptured or even saved for future use. It arrives and then it is gone just as quickly as it arrived.  

As a people, we have a compelling, almost inexplicable, need to measure things. We also need to communicate with others in a logical organized manner, such as, when will you finish a project? When will we meet? When will the baby be born and so on. Man needs a notion of time to conduct the intricacies of science and life. As a result, man created time measurement.

Writers have written many books on time, such as, The Two Minute Manager and How to Save Time and so on. Efficiency experts are obsessed with time measurement and how not to waste it. There are poems, songs, books, movies, plays and paintings about time. I am only guessing about the paintings.

Time can not be boxed, wrapped, purchased, created, saved or regifted. The point is that a gift of time to another person is the ultimate gift. 

On mother's day, spend some of your time with a mother.