The Enemy

One of my basketball coaches used to gather us in a circle on a time-out, and he would tell us to look up at the clock on the scoreboard that would be frozen with our remaining time in red. He would say to us, every game, in the last few minutes, "It's not these kids that are your enemy, the clock is your enemy." I realize now (I can't remember if I got it then) what he was trying to get across. In those last minutes and seconds of the game, we had to put in all we had to do what needed to be done. Whatever we wanted to accomplish in the game, now was the time, because that was our time remaining. Whatever it takes, as long as it happens before the buzzer.



Time is the enemy; Our underlying theme, guideline, and constraint in life. All dreams, and hopes of what to accomplish are due "before I'm married," "before I have a kid," "before I'm 40," "before I die". That's our game buzzer. It's depressing, but how impossible it really is not to think about it.

Every time another Monday comes around, I get so depressed because all I can think is, "wow, another week and I still have yet to accomplish any life goals, another week, gone forever."

Because "time flies" so quickly, I'm the one that becomes discouraged, and eventually, I become an enemy myself. Death is inevitable, but only we apply the brakes or acceleration through our lives. Well, us and money.

I just wish...time would slow the hell down.

“Time is free, but it's priceless. You can't
own it, but you can use it. You can't keep
it, but you can spend it. Once you've lost it
you can never get it back.”