#94: Lose Track of Time
Time lives in tightly defined blocks
This is the time to get out of bed, and this is the time to catch that train.
This is the time to act serious, type at the computer, and send emails.
This is the time for meeting #1, #2, and #6, the time to nod approvingly and report on my progress.
This is the time right before lunch, the time to get lunch, and then rush back.
This is the time between lunch and when I can go home.
This is the time on the train before I get dinner: I keep wanting to start reading that book but not today.
This is all this free time in the evening! What does it matter though when I am so tired anyways?
This is the time to plunge into forgetful sleep.
Time lives in tightly defined blocks in between obligations, expectations, and tasks. Time is before, after, in between, last, next, next next but never now. Time is lost upon me and yet I am excruciatingly aware of it, for my awareness of time is my last hope for something better to arrive around the corner. So I wonder to myself: