Sometimes, I wish that time didn’t exist. I guess we could probably argue that time doesn’t actually exist. It isn’t tangible and it certainly doesn’t have any feelings. However, it seems to consume us and control us. I felt like it might be impossible to write about. So, I did was any good writer would do and I wikipediaed it. Wikipedia tells me that “Time is a dimension in which events can be ordered from the past through the present into the future, and also the measure of durations of events and the intervals between them.” It also says that even though its been a major subject of study throughout all fields, “defining it in a manner applicable to all fields without circularity has consistently eluded scholars.” Even though it was put eloquently, it still doesn’t really explain what time “is”.
Watching the Clock
The article continues to suggest solid viewpoints from revered scientists and philosophers that dance around the subject, but nobody seems to quite understand it. And it might be a let down, but I don’t really understand it either. I only have a subjective viewpoint of time that runs off of everyone else’s subjective viewpoint. I check the clock when I don’t have anywhere to be. I check the clock twice as often when I do have somewhere to be. It’s stressful. A present reassurance that we are controlled by something other than our mind and body.
And if time isn’t following us around daily, it certainly creeps up on us yearly. Birthdays come every year and remind us of an age that we may or may not feel. An age that makes us feel pressured to be in a certain place in our lives. Who decided that 16 was old enough to drive and 18 was old enough to vote and 21 was old enough to drink? It all comes down to the concept of time. Our lives are controlled by this “thing” that only exists in our minds. I know this topic is huge and extremely generic. That I could probably write for days on end about it, but I felt like it is definitely something to address. I wonder what a life would be like without it. Complete chaos or living symbiotically with nature. That we should wake with the sun and sleep with the moon. And not feel pressure to be in the “societally correct” place based on a number. It just seems a little simpler to me.