There’s a common expression of “doing time” to refer to prison or jail. There’s also the expressions of “hard time” and “easy time”, which are meant to convey that some facilities can be truly harsh vs. hotel-like. When a loved one becomes incarcerated, you begin to realize just how precious time is. A prisoner is intimately aware of all of this, but I can’t write from that first-person perspective. I don’t know it. But I do know what it feels like to have someone that you love, trapped behind cold steel doors. I know what I see in their eyes and what I hear in their voice.
Those who are doing time often struggle to just get through the day without crying. They’re scared. They are scared they are not themselves anymore. They’re scared that they are. Other prisoners aren’t the scariest part of prison. It’s far more horrifying to come face to face with who you really are, and what it is that you truly fear. A person’s worst fears are often the only meal that their brain wants to consume. And it’s a cold bitter dinner.
After the loss of my faith, I began to view time differently. It was precious before. Now it’s far more dear and priceless. Life is short and we need to treasure the time we have.
I hope to do that now more than ever. How do you feel about time? Is it precious to you?