Always moving at a constant rate regardless of your perspective or perception. Slipping by steadily with no consideration of you and your obstacles, preoccupations, and distractions. It has always been so and will continue age after age. All moments, big and small, experienced as the sand slips by.
It is not a substance on which you can firmly plant your feet. Some of it is tainted. Some wasted. Some spent exceptionally well. Shifting and sliding as it moves from present to past. Best guesses and plans are always vulnerable to the mystery of what is yet to come. Unpredictable. No amount of planning will expose the future. It will not exclude anyone from certain happenings. Sand does not make judgments. Sand does not make exceptions.
Each person has an hourglass. Each hourglass contains a specific amount of sand. Flowing sand. It seems as though it has always been moving and will continue indefinitely. Reassurance is often found in the idea that you have plenty of sand left to change, decide, grow, accomplish, live. There is no need to hurry. Those words are true. Rushing, forcing events to happen before it is time, will hurt more than it will help. However, resisting and holding back, refusing to naturally move forward when the time comes will result in the same.
People are subject to the undeniable presence of passing sand. Controlling it and altering it are beyond control. It must simply be accepted. Fighting and attempts to alter or ignore sand and its effects result in fatigue, disharmony, and confusion. It is futile. It is not influenced by emotions or logic. It is sand. Counting the seconds. Counting the years. Counting up and counting down.
In our search for comfort and reassurance we tend to forget something extremely important. A fact that is so disruptive it prevents any possibility of being complacent. A concept that inspires fear in many. The amount of sand in your hourglass has not been revealed. There is no way of knowing how much sand you have left.
As your hourglass reaches its end, what shape has it all made once the last grain has passed?