When I was young an hour was a very long time. In the morning the day stretched out before me with endless possibilities with all those hours in it to allow me to do so many things that it made my mind swim just to think of it. A week was almost too long to grasp. All those days and hours! A school year never seemed to end and I was fully in the fifth grade before I realized there were only seven grades left. It had taken me so long to get where I was that I reasoned that eternity would surely overtake me long before I would ever see high school.
When I was young time was a slow, crawling thing…until I got married and started a family. Suddenly days were like hours and there was never enough time for anything. I woke up one day to find that time and youth had quickly slipped by. As a child I was unable to grasp the idea of having lived so long. As an adult I cannot believe that life has been so short.
Time is neither exciting nor boring, it’s what you do or don’t do with your time that makes it what it is. Who of us would wish that our lives be cut in half in order for us to enjoy it more?
I don’t know where heaven is nor do I have an inkling of how to get there. I don’t know what is there or what those who are there do ‘all day long.’ What I do have is an imagination that enables me to envision all sorts of possibilities, enough of them to realize that this life that we have is only one of what may very well be an infinite number of possibilities, some a lot worse but some a lot better.
So, would eternity be boring? If we ran out of things to do and learn and see and experience, perhaps so. If we remain in our present state as humans it would seem logical that we would, one day, reach our full potential. If we progress further and become more than what we are, who can tell?
