He moves from tennis balls to oranges, and just for kicks, he throws in a bowling ball. One, then two, then three, then four or more different articles are tossed into the air in a vertical or circular motion until they return, are caught and tossed back into the air once again. Onlookers marvel as they watch him move with precise accuracy as each item strikes his hand and is catapulted into the sky one after another after another. Then, just when things look properly managed, he adds a knife to the act, then a sword or a bowling pin, but they are not quite exciting enough so he adds a flame lit torch. Now all the audience marvels and oos and ahs as they watch him and secretly desire for a little tragedy to occur. Of course by now, the reader knows, this is a juggler.
Consider these balls flying through the air: time at work, time at school: time with the family: time to workout: time to eat, sleep, write, read, play, watch television or do lawn work. Maybe one would consider a phone call with a friend, a visit to someone who is sick, a listening ear to a person who is lonely, or maybe time to volunteer. Sounds like a juggler to me. The key component to this juggler, however, is that there is a common denominator: time. There is so much time allotted for this, so much for that, too little for this, and too little for that, and the juggler makes the decision as to what balls will be handled, and which ones will be left hanging.
Oh yeah, before this subject is left behind, there is the occasional drop from any juggler. Sometimes the balls fall to the floor, and some never appear again. The juggler who is wise will regard highly the most important balls and secure them while they are available, because before one knows it, some time that appears for juggling never returns again.
Until tomorrow...Why Say More?
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