Cleaning the car

There is a neighbour, who every Sunday without fail spends maybe 1 1/2 to 2 hours cleaning his car, he cleans every inch, washes, waxes, polishes, even takes the wheels off to clean them more thoroughly. He then spends slightly less time cleaning his bike after.

Others, like me, take their cars to the car wash and spend £10 having them cleaned by someone else, so that they can spend that time doing something else. It’s a choice.

The thing is it is all a choice, but my neighbour may say to himself ‘I could do ‘x’ if only I had more time’.

We can always find time if we really want to. It’s a question of what we choose to make a priority. Every hour of every day is used how we choose to use it.

There is no right or wrong choices, it’s just to realise there is always enough time.

The sands of time

The sand trickles through the timer
Grain after grain
Unstoppable
Mesmerising
Uncertain as to how long is left
We can watch each grain
Become anxious and coiled
Like a spring ready to ping

Maybe we can step away from the timer
Accept we don’t know how long is left
Maybe we can walk through the wheat fields
Run our hands through the tall wheat
Across the fields of dreams
Feeling the wind, the rain, the sun
Feeling alive
And no longer waiting for the final grain of sand to fall.