Monday, May 29, 2017

Time

I've been struggling all week to come up with something to post about.  I should have had this done a few days ago at least.

What doesn't make sense is that I have a million options on this weekend for subjects to talk about.  Memorial Day.  Yep,  I could have posted about friends and family who have passed on.  Or patriotism, the military, and the U.S. of A.  But none of that seemed right, so I procrastinated.  I know, I know.  I made a commitment to twice a week, but if I have nothing worthwhile to say, then whats the point.

Then it hit me.  TIME.  I would write about time this week.  It doesn't seem like a very interesting subject on the face of it, but it doesn't get the credit it deserves.

In truth, time is the only thing we really own.  It may be a lot of time, or just a little time.  No one really knows when their internal clock is set to stop ticking.  But look around you, everyone treats it like they have an unlimited supply and they don't worry about it.  And yes, you are right, why worry about the things you have no control over.

I would argue this, we do have control over it.  We just choose not to exercise that control. 

How many of us work jobs that either don't make us feel great, or jobs that we actually hate?  I've never heard of anyone saying " I wish I could have worked just one more day." with their last breath.  I've never even heard a story of someone saying that. 

That's because it doesn't happen.  What you do hear are things like "I wish I could have spent more time with him/her before they passed."  Or how about "I wish I would have spent more time with my kids when I had the chance."  You hear that all the time.  Notice a pattern in this?  TIME.  We will never have enough of it at the end, but we will always think we have more than we need when we are in the moment of life.

I was raised in this world just like the rest of you, where time equals money.  We have bills to pay, and to do that we have to make money.  We've been sold on this whole system ever since we were kids, and it works.  Maybe not for you and I, but it works like a charm for those who benefit from our labor.  You see, we make a deal to live in this society.  That deal is this, we determine how much our time is worth in dollar bills.  Or more correctly, someone else determines how much our time is worth, and we go along with that.  Yep, that's right, your life is worth so many dollars per hour.  But we all agree to this, because we like the way we live.  It's a bargain with the devil we are willing to make.

What does this have to do with memorial day you ask?  Well, everything.  On this day we remember those who have passed on.  We remember family, friends and give thanks for those who have sacrificed themselves.  We should be grateful that we had the chance to capture those moments in time with them.  We should be reminded of how precious that commodity of time is.  Our brains should scream at us to remember what we are giving up for those material desires.

When we die we all end up the same.  You could be buried in a gold plated Cadillac, or cremated  and put into an urn like a pauper.  At that point the only thing that matters is how you spent your time on this earth.  Ask the vast majority of the world who Ghandi was and most of them will know.  Ask the same question about John D Rockefeller, and maybe one quarter of the worlds population might know that name.  The difference between the two is how they chose to spend their time here.

Just something to consider.

Until the next one.