So this week, we want you to write about sand."Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives"
This is the opening line of a soap opera I've never watched. But I love the line.
I was enchanted with hourglasses when I was young. Watching the sand gently flow from top to bottom. It seemed to take a long time to build below. The grains bouncing on the empty glass. Yet, as more sand flowed, the faster the top emptied. A hill mounding, the grains of sand rolling down the sides. Then suddenly, the last grain falls. Time has run out.
Life is much like that. The first years, baby steps and potty training and losing baby teeth, barely cover the bottom. The memories bouncing about like a toddler's attention.
Moving into teens and young adulthood, a hill begins to form. A woman begins grow. Making choices, climbing uphill, sliding down. Climbing again.
As the years pass, the sands flow quickly. I've reached that place where the bottom of the hourglass holds more than the top. The sand slipping away at an alarming pace. I wouldn't want to return to the beginning, but if I could just turn the glass now, gain a little more sand. A little more life. I still have so much to do.
What will be left when the last grain falls? A legacy of accomplishments? Or just a pile of sand?
Ohhhh, I really really like this. I really do. What a fabulous comparison.I have never thought of it this way before. So beautiful!
ReplyDeleteA great take on the prompt. Very creative. And I know the feeling of time speeding by. I don't want to be a teenager again, God forbid. But could it just slow down a bit so I can enjoy it?
ReplyDeleteThe last part really gets me thinking. I surely hope it's not just a pile of sand.
ReplyDeleteLove the comparison of the sand to our lives...
A great comparison! It made me think about what I want for my life and my children's lives. Definitely more than just a pile of sand.
ReplyDeleteI love that quote as well. I feel your sense of losing time. Well done! Every grain of sand must be embraced.
ReplyDeleteI think all of us - especially those of us with children - will always wish for just a little more sand.
ReplyDeleteI have three daughters. My 15 yr old brought home her 9th grade yearbook. I felt like an hourglass was dropping grains.
ReplyDeleteGreat analogy.
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Great analogy. Kind of made me sad, though! It's like Steve Miller says, "Time keeps slipping into the future..."
ReplyDeleteThis makes me think so much. I wouldn't mind tipping that hourglass to get a few grains of sand back.
ReplyDeleteI never thought of sand in that way, but you're right on with the analogy. I guess the goal is to have a legacy of accomplishments, not just a pile of sand.
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