Friday 19 October 2007

In less than twenty four hours the rugby kings of the world will be crowned. After seven weeks of muscle-crunching battle and hours of training in all weathers, pay back will be sweet. Winners…and losers will never forget their eighty minutes in the Stade de France

Isn't it strange how time is elastic? When you want something to happen, every minute seems to last forever. When you're rushing to get a job done, the clock hands seem to have overdosed on speed. As a little boy I can remember counting the days, and even the hours to my birthday. Give me a deadline today and I hardly dare look at the clock for fear that time will have caught up on me.

Some of the world's most peaceful people seem to be the ones who have put the clock in its place. Its not that they don't take any notice of it, just that they only take so much notice. If things happen a little later or take a little longer, they don't seem very bothered.

There's an old phrase in the Bible that says we should not worry about tomorrow because each day has enough worries of its own. Sound advice, and definitely worth the few seconds it takes to read it.

Talking of seconds, what about all those muscle bound rugby players "seconds from greatness"? "Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself".