Thursday, November 10, 2022


Timekeepers.  Last weekend was the end of daylight savings.  Clocks turned back one hour.  The one and only 25 hour day of the year.  Before clocks and calendars, foregone human civilizations used the position of the sun to measure days, the lunar cycle to measure months and the seasons to measure years.  When we were babies, time as we now know it didn’t exist.  We slept when tired.  Ate when hungry.  And cried when physically uncomfortable.  Animals also have no concept of time.  Unconcerned by how old they are.  Simply always in the now.  Humans are the only beings on this planet who measure and worry about time.  By the time we’re young adults, teenagers even, we’ve pretty much become slaves to it.  Constantly looking at our clocks and calendars.  Rushing around to meetings and appointments.  Setting alarms to make sure we stay on track.  Deadlines.  Expiry dates.  Such a crazy way to live.  No wonder so many are exhausted and unhappy.  If only I had more time.  It always seems to be the answer to so many questions.  I’m not sure what time I left the house.  Nothing to be done.  Nowhere to be.  My route decided as I was pedaling.  A temporary taste of timelessness.  One of the things that I cherish most as I get older are days without timekeeping.  Even if we need clocks in order to be able to function in this world, happiness is definitely enhanced whenever we give ourselves even mini vacations from being timekeepers.


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