Time. A concept conceived and given construct by intelligent men from an eon ago based on certain principles based in science that gives us each our daily schedule. It essentially is the one and only true ruler of our lives. It is inescapable and a powerful factor in determining how each of us will evolve from tiny baby folk to larger, more developed adult folk.
There are plenty of things that we need to do, want to do and feel that we have to do in the short 24 hour space of any single given day. My biggest problem is that there never seems to be enough of it. I want more of it. I can never understand people who say that if they spent too much time free of the responsibilities of working or childcare that they would be bored. My interests and passions are such a fundamental part of my life that I could spend an entire decade free of the need to eat, sleep, work and do all the necessary things that life and time demands of me and I would be able to fill almost every minute of it with something that interests me, that I can aspire to, that I can progress from, or just be thoroughly entertained by.
It saddens me that I have to say no to so much simply because I don’t feel that I have enough time to do it all. A life of fulfillment is one filled with desire and passion to accomplish and achieve so many things that give that life meaning. They could be anything from raising a family, working a meaningful job, finishing a book or an art project or hell, even just finally being able to say that you have finished a game like the Witcher 3 or Fallout 4 and have done and seen everything that there is to do. It is different for everyone. I really feel that I need more time in a day to accomplish everything that I want to do and need to do. Or am I just putting too much pressure on myself in my own mind to achieve these goals that I try to set myself?
I often joke to my fiance that I wish I could have a pause button in life. Everything around me, including my own biological chronometer, would come to a halt and thus I would be given the ultimate power. On any given day I could then spend hours writing, reading, gaming, watching TV, learning new things, bettering my mind and sharpening the rough edges of my life. I could then resume my day and then be free to go to work, tend to my physical functions and spend time with the good peoples in our society. The rules regarding this fantasy concept are a little iffy, I know, but it is just a romantic notion in my own head so I won’t be overthinking it.
But time is still that ever moving constant that will stop for no man or woman. It controls everything and our lives would likely disintegrate without adhering to it. The funny thing is though is that it technically doesn’t exist. It is a concept we created and turned it into what it is now and we have given this concept our complete obedience. At least that is my own twisted conclusion as the only real certainties are life and death, a beginning and an end to everything. Take away the clocks and watches, the rotas and the schedules, the appointments and the meetings and all you really have is the sun rising and setting to tell us what time of day it is. And that is just how we as humans/mammals perceive this daily phenomenon. We do not have to follow this rule to rise every morning and rest every evening and yet this was how it all started. From this simple need to sleep to survive at certain times of a day we have evolved the concept of time into what it is today. A rampaging juggernaut of a train that will only stop when our eyes close for the last time at the moment of our deaths. Even then it will continue for everyone else when your bones are ash or stone cold in the ground.
Apologies for this rather bleak perspective on such a fundamentally emotionless concept. I’m just venting my frustrations the best way I know how. Take care folks and remember to take the time to do what matters most to you.
Forged From Reverie.