on Time Spent

From a few days ago as I sat eating dinner alone hundreds of miles from home…

A couple with two young children sit at the table next to mine.  Twenty minutes pass before they speak to each other for the first time.  They have yet to meet each others’ eyes.  The man has said nothing to the children, a boy and a girl, very well behaved.  Not a single word, not even a single wordless sound.  The mother talks to them, her eyes smile as she does. Her voice is harsh, her eyes are not.

How does this image make you feel? Does it make you wonder what’s wrong, how things got that way, and why?

If you’re like me you see parents interacting with their babies and pre-school children more than with their school aged kids.  Once children get to five are they no longer fun?  I see this strangely detached behavior far too often, and it invokes extreme sadness every time I note it.

Why is it this way?

So many claim they don’t have time…  Strange, because since we all have the same amount of time it would seem to be a matter of how they choose to spend their time more than time’s lack.

Apparently many choose to spend their time on things, not on people.

So sad, for things do not love us, they don’t remember us, they don’t worry about us, and they definitely don’t care about us.  People?  They do.

About C.G.Ayling

Musing misuser of words, lover of lyrical literature, author, occasional contrary thoughts. An honorable man’s name, in memoriam.
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2 Responses to on Time Spent

  1. Good Post!

    PS Just rec’d your book-in middle of a intense Lyrical Lab and will read as soon as over.

    • C.G.Ayling says:

      I particularly enjoy a lyrical flow in writing. Indeed I ascribe to such myself, so much that you might want to use Beltamar’s War as a modern day example of such for your lab. 🙂

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