Countless minutes and hours pass by, we spend it contemplating what is to come or what has occurred. Enslaved by the beating seconds or ticks we hear from a clock. Since the invention of a way to track time, we have become slaves.
The repeating cycles of waking up in the morning or confined to a “working” schedule, allowing me to feel a part of the world. I’ve heard the saying growing up, “You get up and then once you step out those doors, you get on with life”, but life is more than keeping track of everything we do or to better understand when we do something.
I’ve seen people take time as a way to set goals, defining their lives based upon it. In fact, I was such a person who had to set a standard to complete myself, so to speak, by doing things in a timely manner. I had to buy a house when I was 23, 25 finish school, 27 were married, 30 have a kid, and etc. Yet a lot of my anxiety was derived from worrying about not knowing or not getting there the closer I got to that age or time. I see that now in the world and for the most part, we are being judged for not being or doing something based upon this notion.
Now, let’s be honest, time is a factor where a lot of what we do today is derived or based upon it. We run in a very right schedule all around, it helps us keep organized and we do so to have control with no chaos. Even as a kid, I learned that Saturday morning cartoons began at 7 am and stopped at around 12 when soul train would begin on WB (before CW, yes, my age is showing). Even with that being said, my mother would tell me that the Bible states that there is a time for everything, so I learned early on to never truly be controlled by it until my OCD took hold.
The reality we face today is that we have become convinced by believing we can control time instead of seeing that ultimately we have no control. Though we are told it would take X amount of hears to finish school, we may complete a degree program when we are 40, 50, and etc. We may even get married at such an age. We can die at any point in time. Though there was a beginning to the universe, time moves forward, we understand it as such because we have developed the point of view that everything has a beginning and end and is not a construct made to help us define reality but gives us history.
I’m not going to say to let go of time or keeping track but don’t lose focus of the now, this moment. We let every second pass by wishing for tomorrow or yesterday. We race to be somewhere else instead of enjoying the steps it takes to get there and in turn, we truly don’t live. What I bring to the table or to you the reader is this, let time observe you and record all that you do and who you are, for you truly are never forgotten and though we become memories, time is made to reveal our history.