Tiii-iii-iiiime is on my side...

I just had an epiphany on my stroll home from the S-bahn. After our night of AD, I had to make a quick 20 minute scurry from Shane's to the nearest S-bahn station. Luckily I made it with time to spare before my train. But by the time I got to my stop, which mind you is only two stops northwest of his, it had begun to rain. At first I was a little miffed, but then I remembered just how much I love the rain, especially late at night, in the middle of a quiet, or rather deserted, neighborhood with no one else around. It was magnificiently gorgeous and peaceful, and the perfect setting for one of my mini-revelations. So I just sat back and relaxed and enjoyed a leisurely stroll home. This relaxed pace, on top of the loud hush of the streaming rain, conjured up many a contemplative thought. Foremost of which was the concept of time. I was reminded of just how much I HATE being rushed. Why must we rush? Why must we do things in a hurry? In fact what's the point of doing things in a hurry, because in my opinion things done in a hurry might as well not be done at all. For one thing you have no time to appreciate what you are doing or where you are or who you're with fully, to the extent that in the end it's like it never even happened. For another thing, it causes undue stress and anxiety before and after the fact, preventing the enjoyment and presence in those moments as well. PLUS in my opinion time is relative, and, for the most part, insignificant. Why does society require us to be aware of time? Why must certain things be accomplished by a specific time? What's the race? Who are we trying to beat? My feeling is that we waste so much of the little time we do have on this earth, obsessing about time that we forget to actually ever fully experience a moment, or a person, or a place. Then we wake up 40,50,60 years later wondering where the time went, and our memories seeming something akin to a 5-minute blur.

Just a thought!