Time

The past two days of work have been draining. Not simply because I've stayed almost an hour over my scheduled time both days, but also it's been crazy busy. It also doesn't help that yesterday I cut a near perfect circle into my thumb by trying to use our grommet thingy (that's a perfectly acceptable descriptive word). Do you know how often you use your thumb? Pretty much for everything. Writing, reading, using your phone/iPod, eating, picking things up. The list goes on and on. However, it did give me a great excuse to buy fancy band-aids.

Now, for the purpose of this post.

Y'know what's a crazy conception? Time. We talk about it every day. How it crawls, how it flies. How it cheats us, robs us, lies to us, gives us an extra hour, takes away an hour, adds up. The many things that 'time' does can grow to infinity.

Well, personally, I think time is useless.

Sure, it helps us organize our lives. You know what it also does? It drives us mad. Everything is done by a clock. How fast can you get something done? How quickly can you get from point a to point b? How swiftly can you perform a task before the time runs out? Runs out for what? What, exactly, are we chasing? What do we gain from constantly checking our watches, our phones, our computer clocks?

Now there are logical things people will combat for time's necessity. It helps us mark the sunrise, the sunset. The end of one day as it bleeds into another. When to do something, when to eat, when to sleep. When to work, when to do blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Who, exactly, set these standards of when the right 'time' is to get these things done? For the most part, we eat when we're hungry. We sleep when we're tried. We move when we're antsy. We breathe when our body says to. Time, this great villain of our lives, doesn't hold us as fast as we seem to think it does.

So why do we let it?

I'm asked why I love the country. Because there isn't as much of a mad dash for a clock to always be glanced at. The world moves and the wind rolls and there's a peaceful movement. A natural movement. I never feel frazzled or rushed when I'm in the middle of nowhere, lying on my back, gazing at the stars. Why is that?

Because for a few moments, I let time be forgotten, and I appreciate the beauty of true infinity.

Currently Writing: Genesis pitch
Currently Reading: Green by Ted Dekker
Currently Listening to: "We Three Kings" by Steven Curtis Chapman