Thinking About Timing

Time is all important, it pervades life. Some look at it like a commodity to spend of use, other as a free resource that just flows. Some use it for action others to wait. One of the most beautiful aspects of nature is the ability to wait. We are always waiting for something or the other. We wait for the right time, because the success or failure all very often depends on the timing of a venture. At the opportune time even an apparently bad idea can give success and happiness and at an inopportune time gloom and failure, whether it is a matter of business or love!!! It can be laziness or wisdom. Life is knocking, every day; every minute; every second. It waits for change. But, if one lacks courage to change; one waits for change to happen. The nature of change that will take place tomorrow depends depends on action yesterday; today. Change often takes us by surprise; it comes as a shock; a catastrophe one is not prepared for. When one knows the art to wait, one puts time by side; time comes. We need to learn this art, how to wait with patience and in silence. After one has acted appropriately, there are better and faster possibilities in life. Then time becomes partner and assists one to get the desired result. A wish must be attached with patience. A seed that wants to grow with time to become a plant has patience. I am often reminded of the following lines of a poem of T. S. Eliot The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, whenever I think of time. There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate; Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions ... Yes, timing is all important, for carrying out social transformations, big or small; or even falling in love, romance, or learning a new skill or getting knowledge that can bloom into wisdom. At times all can disappear into the trash bin, or stored for eternity as a memory, sweet or bitter. Rakesh Mohan Hallen