A couple of nights ago, I absent mindedly left my front door unlocked when I went to sleep. Living where I am, it’s so safe that when I woke up the next morning, I wasn’t the least bit worried by it.
However, I had noticed that my wall clock had fallen perfectly onto a bag of wires on my kitchen table. Instinctively, I thought that someone had come into my home during the middle of the night and had taken it down. But, when I really woke up, I realized just how ridiculous of a notion it was. Why would someone come into my home in the middle of the night to peel my clock off the wall and place it onto a soft landing on my table? Just so they can be considerate?!?
Being that my nature is to dig deep within to unravel the unknown, I gave it some serious reflection.
About a month and a half ago, my landlord had gifted me that clock and even hung it up for me. She’s so sweet and thoughtful and the clock is so retro, I couldn’t say no. Even though it was placed in a really great Feng Shui location, I was a bit uncomfortable and apprehensive about having a clock in my home.
See, I can be somewhat of a dogmatic anarchist with my beliefs. And because I’m so into spirituality, one of my fundamental beliefs is that time is but illusory. It’s merely a construct of a measurement tool based on man’s incessant need to define everything.
In having the clock in my home, I felt somewhat trapped and hypocritical because I was going against my very own beliefs.
After a few hours, I realized that it had been a sign from the Universe. Them saying f*ck time. To stop placing time limitations upon myself for my goals because everything was going to happen for me based on my own willingness and perseverance. That whatever is meant for me will come in the right time. In me imposing these own restrictions on my life, I was advocating a form of bondage for myself.
So, why the parable?
Because we all get stuck in these ruts where we can get trapped in time and when something needs to be accomplished by. And then when the time comes and we’ve yet to succeed in our goals, we get disappointed and often give up thinking that it wasn’t meant for us. Or worse, that we failed and we’re not good enough. Or whatever negative feeling that rises in our minds preventing us from pushing forward.
So, we give up. And succumb to the notion that it wasn’t meant to be. Resigning to a limiting destiny of ourselves for ourselves.
That’s not what life is about. It’s not about self-imposed restrictions based on illusion, even though that’s what’s it amounted to in our present society.
So, what’s life about? That’s a whole different post because right now we’re talking about time and the frantic craziness that we drive ourselves into because of numbers.
The irony is that we say we’re too busy because we don’t have time. But then when we’re idle, we tend to delve into treachery because our minds are so nomadic.
So, my question to you is what is time? And how do you choose to spend it?