There isn’t enough of it, or there is so much in surplus, we don’t ever know how we should use it. It keeps ticking (or blinking) on devices which tell us its value only at ‘that’ instant.
Sometimes it just goes away, sometime it never comes. It takes up every moment of our lives. But, that’s its nature isn’t it? We never know how much we have of it – it is the only thing other than life that is free – doesn’t cost anything – yet its value increases as it is expended. The lesser you have, the valuable it becomes. It is just right sometimes; very wrong in certain instances.
The one thing – the only thing that is only ours – is the one thing that we share with everyone in the world, yet it remains ours for us to use, abuse, or waste as we please. We ask for more (as if it wasn’t enough that we have it all anyway) from others – I need more time from you. Can I have some of your time? Time is a currency of sorts – we ask others to “spend” it for us. We even give names to the types of time – periods that are apparently more cherished than the others – weekends, holidays, and festivals. Some of us think of gaining time as we cross time-zones – or losing it (depends on the direction of your travel). We have built icons to celebrate this one phenomenon which we are yet to understand – right from the Jantar Mantar to the Big Ben to a Rolex. These physical manifestations are an endeavour of our purported ability to “keep” time. All we have been able to keep are the physical symbols – the concept is long lost. In this sense – time is ours – only ours – others need to manage it whichever way they can. We adorn ourselves with Casios, Espirits, Swatches, and Titans – rendering jewellery of the one thing that was given to us as a free gift at birth.
We think of bad times. Time is so pure in itself, it doesn’t have any character or polarity – there are bad incidents – that occur at times. Time, doesn’t have a negative or a positive. How unfortunate that we remember incidents by date and time – not by the cause.
Something that comes free to us has no value and therefore no respect. What if time wasn’t available to us as freely as it is available? Imagine if you had to ‘purchase’ time? Imagine if it had tangible value – and therefore a transaction – would we treat time differently? A friend once spoke casually of time as a commodity – traded on the stock market – does that send shivers down your spine? It did for me – for that ‘one moment’ in time.
Is respect therefore an economic concept? A concept based on the surplus and cost? Do we respect only that which we are able to ‘procure’? All else is a given?
I have time to write this post, you have time to read it – and at that instant we have other million things that are slipping down the priority – how would we rather ‘use’ time? Reading, writing, travelling, hang-gliding, sculpting, working, studying, or researching?
It is the only dimension that we have been able to measure, yet never traverse. Lengths, breadths (depths), and heights have been conquered. And I believe there is good reason for that. The purest of all dimensions, the most absolute of all has inherent within it a lesson for all of us. Maybe it is the same lesson – maybe we all need to learn different version – there is a lesson nevertheless.
An evening out on the 7th of November at the Carpenter’s with R is good time, for some stimulating thought. Worth the wait in the cold – time well ‘spent’. Here’s to good times!
PS: Moblogged, possibly need to correct typos and sp mistakes.