Time Crisis!

Time. An entity in our lives that can only be measured by sunrises and sunsets. You may disagree with me when I say this, but I have little respect for it. Please don’t get me wrong, for I, if not minutes or hours early, am on the dot on my itineraries and engagements. I am making a constant effort not to make anyone wait as much as possible because without my proper channels for distraction, I only have a cupful of patience for these.

Back in my hey-day college episodes, a friend of mine once told me that time does not exist. For whatever purpose, I don’t know. It may be for the reason that for something beautiful to be simulated or created, it should not be measured as to how long it took to achieve it. Because in a world where dreams, ingenuity and inspiration is involved, one should wait for that moment and drown themselves into that unexplainable rush and let loose of any reality-bound responsibilities (if need be) to create, innovate and even revolutionize whatever that needs to be done. Let the journalists, doctors, scientists, military tacticians, economists, businessmen and politicians (?!) worry about it. At the moment I don’t think I need it. I believe we shouldn't burden ourselves with something we’re not absolutely in control of.

But no matter how hard I try to tread on that path (and as much as I hate to admit to this), I am bound and enslaved to this… void. Logic says that the faster you process something that is of respectable quality and quantity, the more productive you are. Thus the general public rush to wherever they’re supposed to go, as if their lives might be taken away if they’re seconds late. People count how much do they still have to spend for themselves—how many minutes left with lunch, how much longer until the next break, how many tasks and problems were resolved for the day. I can go on with this, but I hope my point is clearly taken that what’s left of us at the end of the day is a few hours to get back to our respective caves, and maximize it as much as we can so we can get ourselves be beaten down the following work day.

And the people we meet get duller and duller as the hours pass—no more time to see and appreciate how the sun shine (or set, for those who work at night). They’d rather maximize their sleep/relaxation time at the confines of their own homes, or even worse think about how heavy their work will be come Monday (when it’s just Saturday). Sucks to admit that I am a victim of this cruel phenomenon, because I value my time, free from all the worldly hassles as much as possible, and that it’s eating my hakuna matata way of living away because of this.

As I conclude my weekly blog entry, I don't want to create any form of confusion and be misinterpreted with this rant-athon. All I want and desire is to own the liberty of our own creative and productive processes without the pressures of other people being rubbed on our cheeks.

I will continue to enjoy seeing how the sun rises and sets before me. I will not stop thinking out of the box. And I will try to break free from the shackles of time this normal world has set before us.