Scheduled O' Clock

The thing about clocks is that they are an absolute lie. Time is a product of the human need to schedule. It tells us when we have to be at that meeting and for how long we have to stay at an awkward family dinner. Time, as I see it, is a restriction. When we are always watching the clock, we lose so much of that which it is counting.

We are so caged into deadlines and dates and meetings with their start and end times, that we have no room for individual thought. We end when the cookie timer tells us to end and sleep when we are six hours until our alarm clock will tell us it is time to wake up. Time has tricked us into believing that we need to plan ahead and thus has created a culture of "one day"'s instead of "today"'s- a culture that waits until a schedule tells them what to do instead of doing what feels right. Time gives us moments, but encourages us not to live in them.

But what if we, instead of keeping time, just kept? What if we did things as they were happening for however long they lasted and felt no need to plan ahead. Because a day doesn't have to end after 24 hours. (this is where my earth science teacher would interject, but for rhetoric's sake, we are not referring to earths rotation on its tilted axis, but rather when we feel like we can move on to tomorrow). How are we supposed to believe that time, a man-made unit of counting, trumps human intuition in deciding when to move on.

You don't have time. You make time. You make time for the things you want to fill your life with. Someone once made "time" itself and told us that it would give our life order. Instead, it gave us a limit.

When you live in a world of clocks, oh how time flies.