Time

When I go about my life, there always seems to be one thing that holds me back. There’s too much of it, not enough of it and I can never seem to manage it; time. Time, time, time, time, time. It is the controller of one’s decisions and actions and we must all use it carefully and wisely, since we never know when it could run out. Time is unforgiving and places restrictions on our dreams and changes our perception on how we view the world. Time…simply put, it’s a son of a bitch.

There once was a point in my life in which I was content with the time I had and how I would utilize it…that is, as content as one can be with their biological clock slowly ticking away. I had everything figured out; what I was going to do, when I was going to do it and how I would manage to get there. Of course the “what” changed from time to time, but the basic premise always managed to stay the same. And then I began to hear a few nattering voices in my ear, taking my carefully thought out plans and stomping all over them.

I’m sure you all know what I’m talking about. Whether it’s a friend, family member or some other form of influence in your life, there is always that person or two who tries to take control of your life and the things in it. I won’t name the people in my life who do this, but those who know me (and sometimes those who don’t) have heard me complain incessantly about these people on a regular basis. It’s almost as if they think I’m incapable of managing my own time. Everything must be done immediately; there is no wiggle room…no room to breathe. Thinking of stopping and smelling the roses? Forget it, they’re not that special anyways. Do not stop to think, do not look at the scenery, do not pass Go and don’t even think of collecting $200.

I understand that we all have an expiry date. I won’t be here forever (at least not until scientists perfect cryogenics), I am well aware that spending my time wisely and efficiently is important; but shouldn’t one take the path they see fit? If I trip over a rock here and there or step in shit, is that not my problem? Nobody knows when their time will be up, but rushing through life doesn’t change the outcome. We all reach the end of the road at some point and personally, I’d like to take my own sweet ass time getting there.