Telling Time

I have been thinking about TIME.

Over the course of our existence on this lonely little planet, we are all meant to slowly learn the secret that it has to teach us. But how do we slowly wade through the mystery without getting disoriented and losing track?

Think about all that we do to time. We hate it. We love it. We abuse and we cherish it. We race it when a crunch comes and we throw our arms up in victory when we beat it. We believe that we can cheat it long enough to play the game well. We take and give it foolishly before we know its worth. Then, we wish it back when we desperately understand what not having enough of it feels like. And we hate ourselves for knowing that it deserves more from us but will never get it.

Think about the steps to understanding it. We are all plotting along in this existence, using the same standard units to measure time and yet none of us have a total and complete understanding of how it should be spent. If we live every day like it is our last, we will eventually misunderstand quantity. If we sum it up in length, we could misunderstand quality. And if we try to manage it too much, we become obsessed with our own line. We can try not to waste it, but we have to waste it so that we can discover what it is like to lose it. And we have to know how it feels to give it away if we have even the slightest hope of understanding how precious it is when it is borrowed.

It has taken me 2 hours and 45 minutes to try and put my thoughts about time in a blog.