Certain days, the urgency of time hits you in the face. Today was one of those days.
This morning I came across a story about my former employer and its chairman, Thierry Le Hénaff. Thierry is 53. I haven’t seen him in eight years. Yet when I saw the photo of Thierry that was part of the article, my immediate reaction was one of shock. He had aged so much.
But I seriously doubt Thierry has aged any more than the rest of us. Eight years for Thierry is eight years for me and you. Time does not discriminate.
Of course, time shows more on people of a certain age. The difference between you, Vera, at 16 months versus six months is profound. Similarly, the difference in appearance between someone at 50 and the same person at 70 can be huge. But a year is a year.
I’m glad I saw Thierry’s photo this morning. Not only did it bring back some fond memories of my time at Arkema, but more importantly it reminded me of the value of time. And that’s something for which I need to be constantly reminded.
It’s easy to live as if time were endless. It’s also an easy way to waste time and devalue each day.
How can I make the best use of the time I have left, whether it be a day or 30 years? That’s probably a question I should ask myself every morning.