I must have just read Mitch Albom’s, The Timekeeper, when I wrote this. That book still sticks in my head. I loved its concept and the thinking tied to it.
There’s one particular section that creates such a visual in my head. I still think about it when I wish for more time and say it out loud.
In the book, a man had been sent to stay in a cave as a way of learning a lesson. Every time someone on earth made mention of time, he would hear their voices inside this small space. He was instantly hit with the wishes and words of mankind. The voices never stopped. There was no reprieve.
Either while reading the book or afterwards, I went online and Googled the number of phrases we use that include the word time. As you can see there are a few. After reading the page, it begins to feel like we’re the guy in the cave – hearing mankind’s obsession over time. It does start to feel ridiculous. It’s like we’re obsessed.
I then went on and did some more reading about time…
To me, it felt like these time hacks were essentially removing the good things in life. The things that connect us to people (minus the apps, carrying dental floss with you…really, carry dental floss?! Gross. Flossing can wait til home.)
With coffee, aren’t people supposed to have great conversations around a good cup? And with headphones on, you don’t hear the sounds of the world. The random conversations on the subway. A song that might remind you of something. The buzz of traffic. I could go on, but you get the point. They block out life, as noisy or obnoxious as it might be (don’t get me wrong, I’m a huge fan of quiet too).
After reading this Twitter article, I decided then to write an entry called, “How to Make Time Count.”
Someone might read this and think I wander the streets hugging people or talk like I’m a therapist. Nah, sorry to disappoint. Although I am a hugger…I digress. I just tried to think of moments that have made me feel good. Those times where I’ve said aloud or have thought to myself, life is good.
And we are given the same time. There are 24 hours in each day for all of us. What we do with it is up to us. And I don’t mean to oversimplify or generalize. But when you think about it, we choose our jobs. And in turn, the schedules we follow. We choose the people we spend time with. The commitments that are in our lives…
It’s a little scary to feel like we have a role to play in it, rather than believing it’s out of our control. That time, always dictating things.
I have no wise words to impart. I too get wrapped up in time. I long for moments in the day where I can find some quiet me time. It rarely happens. I too have said, there aren’t enough hours in the day. Every time I say it, I picture that poor guy in the cave. Sorry!
And yet when I think of when I’m happiest, it’s those days when I have no idea what time it is. I’m on the swings along with the kids – laughing and trying to “go bigger.”
Or my favourite of all — throwing a blanket out on the grass under a big beautiful tree. Lying on the ground with the kids and watching them ram as much of a peanut butter sandwich into their mouths as possible. Hearing the birds and noticing the sun. This is what I’ll remember.
I’ve started not to check the time as much during the day.