The following and all of the other episodes to come are snapshots of what goes on in my head, now and in the past. There are times none of this will make sense. There will be times when I might get lucky and the blog I post will be well constructed and will flow like a mountain stream to an awaiting lake below. Other times it will seem like the ramblings of a madman and you’ll ask yourself, “What the……?”
You should probably get use to the latter.
EPISODE EIGHTY ONE: One Moment In Time…
I love clocks and watches. I love the idea of how they work. I love to ‘watch’ the inner workings of a fine time piece. The spinning wheels, the assembly, the springs….all of it. And the movements of all of them in harmony and working as one.
Each time the second hand moves, there goes another second of our time here. Every tick means another moment has come and gone, never to be seen again.
These seconds in our day are precious. Not just the ones that have great significant in our lives but also the ones that hold no importance.
One of the seconds you used to just sit on the couch and watch mind-numbing TV. One of the seconds that you used to stare off into space with no thoughts at all. One of the seconds that you used to stare out the window wondering if anybody was around outside your house.
They all matter.
We are only given only so many seconds in our lives. If we lived to be eighty years old, you will have about 2,480,000,000 seconds in your life.
That sounds like a lot.
But it’s not.
Subtract the seconds you’ll be asleep during your life time. That will be about 1,282,720,000. Subtract the seconds that you’ll be doing something you hate. That might include being stuck in traffic, being at the dentist, trapped at the DMV…. It goes on. Without doing the math, well, that’s a lot of time gone.
Then subtract the time you are eating, showering, going to the restroom, brushing your teeth, putting on your shoes, what have you. The things we do in our life that is part of our daily routine, whatever they may be to an individual.
More time off the clock.
That leaves us with less than half our life.
Now subtract the amount of time when you were too young to understand what’s really going on, from birth to three years old. Then subtract the time when you’re older and we can’t do what we did due to our poor health. Subtract the times when you are sick and in bed or in the hospital and you don’t feel like doing anything.
How about this? Take time away when you sat on the bed and pouted because you didn’t get your way or was mad at somebody and refused to do anything. Maybe you got into trouble with the law and you sat in jail overnight or a weekend. Or longer.
Time truly slips through our fingers. Every second comes and goes.
And there is nothing we can do to stop it.
A couple of years ago, I decided to make a conscience effort to stop saying certain things, certain phrases. One thing was to stop saying ‘I was starving’. Let’s face it, I’ve never starved but there are a lot of people in this world that has (and is starving at this very minute/moment) and I don’t think an overweight person needs to ever say that.
Another thing that I tried to stop saying is ‘I wish it was Friday’ or ‘I wish it was the weekend’ or ‘I can’t wait until a particular time would get here’.
Wishing my life away.
I still catch myself doing it. Especially when I’m stuck in a place I don’t want to be or I have to deal with a situation that I don’t want to and I’m just thinking about when it’s over. That bad habit of wishing time to go by quickly comes to the forefront of my mind and, sometimes, out of my mouth. Not to defend myself but I guess there are times we all do it. It’s not so much we want time to speed up but we just want to be spending our time in another place or another situation. And having time speeding toward a certain point would be a relief.
Then I think about it. It is speeding toward a certain point. For all of us.
On this planet, time is constant. Each second ticks by the same amount of time as it did a million years ago. Whether you have a watch or not, time ticks away. 1000000000 nanoseconds to the next 1000000000 nanoseconds.
Of course, it’s what we do with our time that is the most important. Victor Hugo said, “Short as life is, we make it still shorter by the careless waste of time.” And that’s the complete truth.
I think it comes down to this. There are huge moments in our life that help define us. When we graduate, when we get married, when our children are born, when your dream comes true, when someone we love dies…. They help shape us.
It’s the moments in between that truly makes us who we really are. The time we spend with the people we love and care about and talk about whatever is on our minds. Or showing your child the stars on a clear night. Or getting outside and taking a walk by yourself and seeing how beautiful nature really is.
Or just saying, ‘I love you’ to someone and meaning it with all your heart.
I know. It’s hard to not waste some of your time. We all might find ourselves stuck in traffic or at the dentist with idle time on our hands.
And we are all going to wish five o’clock would get here so we can go home or it was the weekend and we’re going wish it would HURRY UP ALREADY!!!!!
We must make the most of the time we are here. Every second counts. Every one of them. And the ones we have control over, we need to make the most of them as possible.
And I hope you don’t regret the amount of time it took you to read this blog post.
September 8th, 2018
I’ve decided to keep a blog about how I’m dealing with depression. I’m going to consider this a form of therapy. It might not help anybody else but it might help me.