I had an invigorating conversation this week.
The subject was time. Ah, time, what a fantastic philosophical subject to delve into. I felt right at home discussing with a, intellectual (mind you), class of my peers the subject of time. Hearing the opinions that everyone gave based upon the interpretation of such a broad term did just so, broadening a topic that is all but concrete. But truly, is anyone right about time? By this I mean will humanity ever be able to capacitate the infinite spectrum time encompasses? In fact, is it plausible to define time as another measurement of time: infinite? It is not this, however, that I intend to crack. The tremendous mystery of such a marvelous concept always and forever will be over the heads of not only myself, but by humanity in its entirety, despite the discoveries which continue to be made. Time is never meant to be discovered. It is a supernatural force that is only relative to the position we fixate it upon. I merely come to ponder how we spend our time.
On those merits, we are all in a deficit.
Humanity is in irreconcilable debt to time. Our perception is clouded with the false implication that time is plentiful. We have so much time to live out the dreams and fantasies, the human expectation that tomorrow is a guarantee. Yet, it is a cliche to suggest that each day should be lived like it is our last day. Yeah yeah yeah, I've heard it all before, and that's not the way to live life either, especially in the way that this statement is being interpreted. Living like it is our last day constitutes others to act reckless, without any concern or care of what consequences may be confined after the fact. This is the absolutely wrong approach to take life in. On the contrary, those who feel that everything will be done later are also subject to similar objectivity. We will do our chores later. We will find our calling tomorrow. We will change the world eventually.
Why limit yourself?
Act right now. It is true, tomorrow is never a guarantee. Only a fool finds this as motive to carry out acts of selfishness and anarchy. Do you know what I try to do every single day? Make at least one person smile. That way, if today is truly the last day, the fate that the hands of time have decided for myself, I am known for the simple action of a smile. Time will, assumingly, always be present. We, on the other hand, will not. The hands of time are always pursuing us until we slow down just enough to be caught, like an eternal game of tag. But should we live in fear of capture? Surely not. Instead, celebrate the gift of another second to breathe in the air for another time. It makes me wonder what humanity would be capable of if we did not rely on the future as we do now. A generation of laters...what about a generation of doers? Initiating the very first step to appreciating the full sentiments of life.
It's got to start somewhere, y'know.
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