Life has a funny way of passing.  A watch an example of a simple timepiece ticks the seconds, minutes, hours away on a day-in-day out basis.  When young the watch is used to know when to do certain things, whether to meet an appointment or simply help someone else who may have left their watch behind.  In today’s fast paced world the watch has become a symbol of class as a piece of jewelry.  Our cell phones now gives us precision accuracy that we can refer to as we need (which most likely is allot since we seem enamored by our dependency on it).

I think back to my very first watch, a very simple mechanical Timex that required winding every day or two.  It was cheap for the time, was simple a timepiece (no extra functions) but kept very accurate time.  As time passed my simple Timex was cast aside for a variety of other timepieces; a chronograph watch received as a Christmas gift, a fashionable square Seiko and later a Tag Heuer.  Each used almost solely as a timepiece, occasionally to reference the date (if it was graced by such a capability) but still exploited for that one simple function.  Today I don’t know where any of these timepieces are, I hope they all rest in good hands or at least once that can appreciate their sole intention to keep us alert to time.

The reason I decided to write about these was not some melancholy rendition of how time passes and the timepiece provides a reminder of where we are at, and the blah-blah journey of life.  Rather, it gave rise to how we work in life to survive, to capture those things to make us survive and to maybe even have a bit left over to enjoy the finer things.  I think of all of my watches and I wore them daily.  I didn’t put them in some protected show case to take out only on special occasions where I could flaunt my status.  I wore them because they were intended to be worn.   There have been many things in my life that I have been blessed with materialistically and the watches are simply one element.  I think of transportation and my first vehicle (Suzuki TS250) to my last vehicle before moving to Asia (Jaguar XJ8 Vanden Plas) with over 40 bought/sold some of which would be expensive classics today, the seven homes I owned, and untold amounts of ‘things’ that one accumulates over the period of a lifetime.  Today, it is a different set of accumulations, certainly not the grandeur of 40 years but still it serves a purpose and function.  I do not have remorse about this, it simply a condition as a result of the passage of time.  If one laments about what you had, or worse fight to protect what you have, you will be consumed by unhappiness.  The reason is that when your cup is full you can’t add the joys of life to it.

My trusted Timex was my prized possession.  Like children, our prized possessions, we need to love and appreciate for what they are, not expect anything more and be willing to let them go without remorse.  I really feel bad for those that will spend a lifetime focused on materialism (and we will all do it) but never fully appreciate the little things in life.  For me its about time and using it in the best possible way.