Time

Time is a peculiar little thing.  It is something we use to construct our daily routines and our long term goals.  It is the common ground on which we operate and dictates in what order and with what frequency we do tasks.  But why does it seem so distant at times?  Why does it sometimes seem to rush by and other times seem to drag on?  Why does it sometimes disappear from our minds altogether?

Time is a physical thing.  The only reason "time" and "timing" and "scheduling" and the like matter is because our bodies function according to it; every so often we must eat, sleep, breathe, blink, etc.  Our bodies need this regular scheduling of things to survive.  Our minds, however, function quite differently.

Our minds don't need to eat or drink or sleep (seriously - we dream) or any of that; they work entirely separately from this entity of "time" that we've created.  And because of this, because our deepest core of self - the mechanism by which we view and process the world - does not function according to any clock, we experience these expansions and contractions of "time."  Things last longer or shorter based on how our mind is functioning at the moment.   If our mind is engaged and rapidly working or running smoothly - that is either working excitedly or fluidly - we don't have gaps or jolts in our thinking that disrupt our thoughts and make it seem like whatever is happening is happening slowly.  Compare this to when we aren't consumed with what we are doing and therefore notice the factor of "time."

I'm not sure if this is making sense.  It's something Joe and I discussed briefly and I am entertained by it.  It's a parallel to what Rose said her therapist said about her feelings, "Will these feelings kill you?" - "Will time kill you?" No; going through actions slowly or quickly doesn't matter.  We cannot think of our time on earth as the type of time that is kept on a clock, because that is only how our bodies function, not the rest of our beings.

Joe said, "Sometimes I am just so happy doing something and just having a great time and then am taken from it by an obligation to do something else.  And sometimes I just wanna forget that something else and just stay doing what I am doing until I'm ready to not do it anymore."  What an interesting world this would be.  Where we would do things as we felt we wanted to.  Where you would miss class to sit on the steps of Montana Hall and soak in the sun if it felt good to.  Where you would show up late to a meeting because it felt good to enjoy your morning coffee in the silence of your apartment and you weren't ready to leave that moment yet.  Where your fingertips could forever rest in the palm of his hand.