Time
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
-Roger Waters
How often have you heard or said, "There isn't enough time!" Do you cringe when you have to set the clock forward one hour and then set it back to great relief? How about when you travel from one place to another and then experience what is called "jet lag?" Time drags, it flies, it catches up to us, and on special occasions, it stands still. We look back at it and look forward to it at the same time. We are on time, behind the times, and sometimes wonder if we can jump it. What if I told you a secret that might help with all of this obsession with time?
Time is crap.
Sorry, but it is something that we know is poop, but will never admit to it. We made it up, the whole damned thing. We decided to look at the world around us and all of its randomness and said, "Right, enough of this! We need to put everything on a schedule!" We apparently had the desire to make a rule that things should happen when we say it does. We wanted to make sure that plants got planted and fishes were fished on schedule. Sorry, the hard truth is, we made it all up to make sense of the world around us.
Think of it this way, when a supernova explodes in the distant reaches of the galaxy, by the time we see it, the event occurred before life on Earth. To travel between solar systems takes such a massive amount of energy and years, it almost seems pointless. When we think of the billions upon billions of years it took to create where we are now; we cannot wrap our brains around it. It is so unfathomable; we have chosen mindless distractions to we don't have to think at that level. The universe is somehow telling us to relax a bit, and in the end, time does not really matter. Basically, it is telling us time is shit, and we sure waste a lot of it worrying about it.
The universe, however, has not heard of merchandising. Where would we be without little calendars that mark off revolutions of the Earth as it rotates around an exploding ball of gas? Think about a society that has not discovered watches that not only let you know you are late for something but also warns you that you have been sitting on your butt too long? Imagine not having a do list with due dates and times? Can you imagine the chaos created but not having a reminder of when to wake, when to work, and when to sleep? How about not having the constant nagging in your mind that tells you that because of your age, you have not succeeded in the game of life?
Fortunately, we have so many gadgets that vibrate, beep, and buzz to keep us in line. We have created so many things to remind us that time is limited and short. Yet, even with all of these wonders of technology, we never seem to have enough time to do what our hearts desire.
Quite the paradox, but we have done it to ourselves.
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
-Roger Waters
How often have you heard or said, "There isn't enough time!" Do you cringe when you have to set the clock forward one hour and then set it back to great relief? How about when you travel from one place to another and then experience what is called "jet lag?" Time drags, it flies, it catches up to us, and on special occasions, it stands still. We look back at it and look forward to it at the same time. We are on time, behind the times, and sometimes wonder if we can jump it. What if I told you a secret that might help with all of this obsession with time?
Time is crap.
Sorry, but it is something that we know is poop, but will never admit to it. We made it up, the whole damned thing. We decided to look at the world around us and all of its randomness and said, "Right, enough of this! We need to put everything on a schedule!" We apparently had the desire to make a rule that things should happen when we say it does. We wanted to make sure that plants got planted and fishes were fished on schedule. Sorry, the hard truth is, we made it all up to make sense of the world around us.
Think of it this way, when a supernova explodes in the distant reaches of the galaxy, by the time we see it, the event occurred before life on Earth. To travel between solar systems takes such a massive amount of energy and years, it almost seems pointless. When we think of the billions upon billions of years it took to create where we are now; we cannot wrap our brains around it. It is so unfathomable; we have chosen mindless distractions to we don't have to think at that level. The universe is somehow telling us to relax a bit, and in the end, time does not really matter. Basically, it is telling us time is shit, and we sure waste a lot of it worrying about it.
The universe, however, has not heard of merchandising. Where would we be without little calendars that mark off revolutions of the Earth as it rotates around an exploding ball of gas? Think about a society that has not discovered watches that not only let you know you are late for something but also warns you that you have been sitting on your butt too long? Imagine not having a do list with due dates and times? Can you imagine the chaos created but not having a reminder of when to wake, when to work, and when to sleep? How about not having the constant nagging in your mind that tells you that because of your age, you have not succeeded in the game of life?
Fortunately, we have so many gadgets that vibrate, beep, and buzz to keep us in line. We have created so many things to remind us that time is limited and short. Yet, even with all of these wonders of technology, we never seem to have enough time to do what our hearts desire.
Quite the paradox, but we have done it to ourselves.
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