It’s the first of February, and just like in January, I don’t know how to feel about welcoming the second month of the year. Miggy is going back to the US in ten days, and I’m feeling this weird mix of emotions as the days go by. It kind of feel depressing that his two-month vacation is almost over, but at the same time, it means that we’re two months closer to our wedding day. Miggy has noticed that I’ve been restless and temperamental lately, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out why. On one occasion, he suddenly uttered:
You know, I’m going to miss you more this time because I’ve gotten used to being with you every single day, but at least I’m going to marry you in T minus ten months! Isn’t that enough reason to look forward to the next time we see each other?
You see, Miggy isn’t the type who would say random things as such, but I did feel better afterwards. All of a sudden, he’s sensitive to my feelings, and it’s overwhelming. Perhaps it’s one thing he’s learned through time, especially now that we’re planning our own wedding.
We’ve accomplished so much during his vacation leave, and it’s something we’re both really proud of. After all, it’s Miggy’s main agenda to extend whatever help he may offer that is wedding-related. My mother would always remind us to savor the moment, something she believes we’ll miss when the actual wedding is over. I must say that we both enjoyed planning together in the process.
Other than worrying about Miggy leaving, I’m concerned about going through all other wedding-related stuff by myself. I can’t help but consult my timeline every now and then to check if we’re right on track. Every day has become a so much to do, so little time affair until I read The Time Keeper by Mitch Albom.
The Time Keeper
by Mitch Albom
This is a fictional account of an elderly bearded man, dressed in a robe, and carries an hourglass—what we know now as Father Time. Over a million years ago, man knows nothing about day and night, phases of the moon, seconds, minutes, and hours. They lived by without having to worry about time, until Dor became obsessed with numbers.
Dor married his childhood friend, Ali, and had their own family. Both of them did not come from a well-off family, and back in the day, the family only lives separately from their in-laws if they have enough wealth to do so. In Dor’s case, they had no choice but to live with his parents. When Dor’s obsession with measuring time—he’s invented the sundial, means to determine the moon phases, ability to tell day from night—became worse, it came to a point that they (Dor and Ali) were banished from their homeland. With that, they had to leave their children to Dor’s parents’ custody.
“Soon man will count all his days, and then smaller segments of the day, and then smaller still—until the counting consumes him, and the wonder of the world he has been given is lost.”
― Mitch Albom, The Time Keeper
Dor and Ali lived miles away from where their family did, and their lives have been miserable since. One day, Ali caught an illness, and Dor failed to save her. Dor’s obsession with numbers cost the life of his wife, and he regretted that all his life.
Never had the need for sleep nor did he age through the years, Dor was banished to a cave by God for centuries. He was compelled to the voices of all who come after him, seeking for more time. One day, he’s succumbed to illustrating symbols and shapes in the walls of the cave, something to remind him of the things and people he’d lost. God eventually granted him his freedom, provided he must complete a mission: he must teach two earthly people the essence of God’s greatest gift.
From the pool of pleading voices he hears endlessly, he picked out two distinct ones to be his mission, Sarah and Victor. Sarah wanted kill herself from being brokenhearted, while Victor desired to fast it forward to his dying day in order to prove that man can defy old age and death. Two people. Different stories. One lesson to learn.
I did have realizations myself as I went through the pages of this book. As I’ve mentioned earlier, since the 365-day countdown to our wedding began, every day has been a so much to do, so little time affair. I tend to worry so much about the stuff that I failed to do even when I’ve already reminded myself of them beforehand, as well as those that are yet to happen. I have focused so much on the things I have no control of that I fall short in taking in the good that’s been happening around me.
I don’t intend to kill myself nor do I wish to preserve my body in order to live years beyond my normal existence, but I sometimes tend to think 24 hours a day are not enough. One can actually do so much in a day, and it’s rewarding to realize that you’ve made the most out of what you’ve given. It is a shame to have been ungrateful of God’s greatest gift, and I think it’s just about time to learn to live in the moment.
I highly recommend this book to people who tends to be like me in some ways. When you’re done reading, ask yourself this: Would you still wish for more time?
- Book Review: Time Keeper by Mitch Albom (lifein64squarefeet.com)
- A Full Review of “The Time Keeper” by Mitch Albom (thejournalfiles.wordpress.com)
- Book Review of The Time Keeper Prologue- Mitch Albom (thejournalfiles.wordpress.com)
- The Time Keeper Quotes (offsetinnocence.wordpress.com)
- The Time Keeper by Mitch Albom – Discussion (contains Spoilers) (meetmeatthebookparade.wordpress.com)