As if you could kill time without injuring eternity. ~Henry David Thoreau "Economy," Walden, 1854
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Clocks give me the pip; in fact, at times, they alarm me. Just hang on a tick and it'll only be a matter of minutes before I turn my hand to writing all about time. In the interim, I confess to feeling pretty off hand about time pieces. I'd prefer to take time out. Still, no point in wasting time so I had better get started – the psychological moment is upon me. Thank goodness there is a time limit to this!
I hate having my life regulated. I prefer to spend time rather than mark it. I have a considerable aversion to time pieces because I like doing things when I want and not because it is a particular time. I use a watch to keep appointments but I rarely make appointments - maybe once in a blue moon. My watches are invariably left on the shelf to while away the time. In the long run it works out better that way.
Watching time makes everything so rigid. Worse still, it makes people rigid. It's donkey's years since people just lived the live long day. That sort of attitude is short lived these days so I might have mistimed writing this but I shall press on regardless. You're right! I am just stalling for time!
I know, if you don't organise the day, how can you organise yourself ? When people want to achieve a goal, when they are on target, they will put in an incalculable amount of time. There are those who leave things to the eleventh hour, who procrastinate and cut things finely. They waste their time and everyone else's since they do not understand when time is of the essence. Such untimely behaviour is so uncalled for, isn't it?
Sometimes it is simply the concept of time which turns me off. Apart from all the time killing which is too violent for my gentle nature, the military concept of time marching on makes me feel so wound up. Consequently, I remove my watch and play with time so I don't feel time restricted. I am not killing it, watching it or keeping it. I should count my lucky stars that in these times of financial instability I can still afford to spend it. I could change to time payment, I suppose.
The good thing , is there is a time for everyone . Constipated people are time bound, miserable people can have the mean time,vicious people can beat time, selfish people can keep it and teachers can mark it. Swimmers can get caught up in the flow and pregnant women can have the fullness of time with a target date for their zero hour. Caring people like the time being and scared people are able to avail themselves of the flight of time.
Story tellers had the sense to start, “ Once upon a time.” Whoever heard of, “At the third stroke it will be 3pm and thirty seconds –beep-beep-beep – since when are strokes pips? - and Hansel and Gretel are lost in the forest.” It's only a matter of time, though, before the silicon chip wreaks havoc with our time honoured fairy tales, I bet. They'll be over in a nanosecond or over clocked out of existence.
Time itself is infinitely flexible. Only clocks are rigid and divide time into seconds, minutes, hours...pauses, intervals, moments. Time itself is timeless and there is no time like the present to luxuriate in timelessness; to tingle on the edge of time and soar across the infinite universe.
Are you wondering why I've taken the time to extend these thoughts to you? Rather timely of me, actually. It has hitherto been an ongoing thorn in my side . To be honest, I couldn't face another day of time keeping. I had previously promised myself that the very next time it happened I'd take an opportune occasion to regale at great length and interminably about the intervention of chronological machinations into my existence.
But, wait a minute...I have been putting in overtime here. I 'm a bit ticked off about that and I shall immediately clock off this very second. I bid you all a summary farewell because in the meantime tempus fugit and all that and , at this point in time, I need some space!