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I wonder if anyone has ever really analized time, I was talking to Xavier last night (from previous writings, you know who he is) and all of a sudden, it was "time to go" because it was "time to sleep." Where did all of these times first come from? Sure, it's great to have times to tell us when things or events start and stop, but life becomes so scheduled when we abide by time. Some things really need to be timed, but in otehrs time is a nusiance. Truthfully, I'm tired of not having enough time. My life is scheduled. I guess in a way I'm a bit jealous of Xavier right now. He's putting together his own hours and still getting work done; and, I am stuck with the "society rut" (see "Summer Thoughts," it explains my concept). I have to be up at a certain time, in bed at a certain time and at work for a certain time… most people's lives revolve around numbers on clocks and watches. Let's say that there is a night where I just cannot sleep and I have an office job; I'm due to be there at 9 a.m. If I have five hours of sleep I will not be all that contructive throughout the day - wouldn't it be better to take a couple of extra hours worth of sleep and work from 12 p.m. until 7-8 o'clock at night. At that point, I would be more rested and productive. Well, it's a little rough around the edges and rules and regulations would have to be implemented, but you have to admit - there is some sense to it. Time is just a value like age is only a number. In a sene I've been afraid of time passing by. I will enter college (though I'm still doing courses now) at the age of 23, and turn 24 a few weeks later. I've been afraid that time has been getting away from me and now I'll be 24 years old in a bunch of 17 year olds; where has time gone? It seems like just yesterday I was coming out of high school. I've watched the three children I take care of grow from babies to kids going to school. As I get older, time seems to pass more quickly. If I'm enjoying myself over a weekend, especially if I want time to last forever, time flies by. When I'm spending time with someone special, and we have a limited time together, we always seem to run out of time… time flies by and then we're forced back to work and "us" time is gone. Each day passes twice as fast as it did last year or the year before, or even the year before that. Even every 356 days is counted by a "time" measurement - a year. Seasons, classes, terms, etc. - everything in life has a "time" measurement, some good, some annoying! I guess that's ust how life is and we really can't change that part of it, so we hve to adapt and have both "work time" and "fun time;" a good portion of both is needed for a satisfying life. So, good and bad, we accept time being there and move on with life. We will soon be celebrating a major "time" in all of our lives at the end of this year. Get ready for the millenium.. here it comes! ~October 28, 1999~ |