Live Your Life

Time

What is time?  Something relative.  Something we’re all running out of.  Possibly not even something.  One thing, that really gets me, when I start thinking…and a lot of things get to me when I start using that thing in my skull.  Anyway, so, time.  We’re always searching for more of it.

I’m sure we can all agree that we shall all die.  Now let’s assume that we run out of time once death occurs.  Wait, this is going in the wrong direction…though it seems like it could be of some importance.  Right-oo, changing course captain!

So, daily activity wise—I’d say we don’t finish everything we want to.  Maybe there are a select elite that have all their priorities straight and are effective in their time management.  I, for one, am not one of those people.  I’m always trying to find more time in my schedule to do things I want to do.  Well, actually, I trade my fun time for my work time.  Either way, there wasn’t enough time to do what “needed” to be done.  Why?

We’re constantly creating things to give us more time, but all we do with that time is work on another gadget that will save us even more time.  Clearly, this is not going to fix the low supply of time.  Seriously, what are we up to?  I’m convinced that we have all found ourselves in situations that we didn’t want to be—where we were doing things that we didn’t particularly have the motivation for—where we were wasting our time.  What for?

Personally, I’m conflicted.  Today I watched eight episodes of Bones.  That’s over five hours, watching a television show.  I could have been filling out a preliminary medical form I need to turn in, checking if I had any homework, sleeping, working on various tasks of importance, yet I kept pressing play.  Now I’m thinking, I wish I had more time for Bones, those important tasks that need to be done.  Such tasks where other people may be counting on me.  Such tasks that have value in society.

On several occasions, where I’ve thought about my purpose in life I’ve puzzled why I’ve never found anything to be especially fascinating and enjoyable except for sports and television (but not together, with the exception of bowling and billiards).  Of course, I also find comfort in eating and sleeping, but let’s disregard those basics necessities of life.  So, what am I up to with all this time I may or may not have?

I go to school.  I have silly jobs.  I generally find both of those activities to be rather dull.  I sincerely enjoy people—I’m just not the most friendly socialite around.  I like materialistic toys such as Macs and HD tvs.  I also enjoy thinking about the world, which I sometimes blog about.  I like working out.  I love sitting in front of a television to watch select shows.  Where does a career fit in?  You can’t make money for these activities…and in this world—money appears to be a necessity, without a total mind/body transformation.

So, do these thoughts every plague your mind?  How do you get up the next day?  What makes life worthwhile?