Time

Not Thyme. Time. That which is ticking away as you read this meaningless entry. That which there is never enough. That which is what I would purchase, if only I could. Time.

I am always managing (or not), running out, juggling or wasting it. Time is always there, ticking away towards the day when my time will run out. At least I won't have to worry about time any longer.

If The Big Bang Theory is true, then the universe had a beginning. Does that mean that time also had a beginning? Or could it be that there was an infinite expanse of “empty” time before the universe ever popped up? Could it in fact be that, whether there was a beginning to the universe or not, time itself could not possibly have had a beginning?

Who knows. I do not personally believe in the Big Bang Theory, so for my own purposes, this is not the case. I do believe, however, that time is relative. It means different things to different people.

My mom is retired. For her, time is what she pays attention to when she has to cook dinner. For my two younger kids, time is what they pay attention to so they know when school is over.

I live by time. It rules me. That is not to say I have this huge Timex clock following me all around...... hmmmmmm..... I think I do.....

Anyway, it is essential for me to pay close attention to time in order to get my things done. I have to get up on TIME in order to get my girls up on TIME in order to leave the house on TIME, get them to school on TIME and get myself to work on TIME. I then have to make sure I leave work on TIME so I don't get caught in traffic because I have to be on TIME to get my daughter from school and run home to get Jaime to work on TIME.

What's up with this statement "ON TIME". Time is not something substantial that you can hold; and certainly nothing you can BE ON.

Well, I look at my watch and see the time passing. Is that true? NO!! My watch measures intervals of time, not the motion of time. I can't watch it pass on my watch. We can’t measure the passage of time. Not only can we not measure it, but it does not pass. Our psychological impression of the passage of time is simply an illusion. Is time an illusion? Maybe it was created to control the masses?

I don't know but I've certainly wasted enough of my daily allotment of illusion contemplating the question. Gotta run!

chat soon.

xoxo