Time well spent
"There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you'd better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you'll never understand what it's saying." Sarah Dessen, Just Listen
Time,i dont have time are words that often fall on my ears and yet after having heard them repeatedly i still have no understanding what it means.What is time but just your lifespan measured in seconds,minutes,hours,days,weeks and years.If you take the promised average lifespan of most of us then we can safely say that the general population will survive and live for 80 years.80 years you might think but when you convert it into days it works out just to
29219 days or 4174 weeks.that is it my people that is all there is and when you read it like that, i dont know about you but my stomach turned and i shivered as if someone walked over my grave.Well that wont do and will not come to pass for i am jolly well going to get cremated.rather someone put a light to my old arse than worms crawling up skin and bones.
Sometimes while driving i can feel my heart racing with tension and stress brought on by aliens talking on their mobiles,and dodos driving in the middle of the road and you have to play cat and mouse with that vehicle before you dive either to the right or left and carry on with your jet speed of 50 kms per hour.Seriously think about it,just stop and think about all the time we waste in traffic,in queues and other places where things can definitely be better and then you realise how much time you are wasting on assholes rather than doing something better with it.
A couple of days ago my friend sabu commented that my post on facebook was too long to read another friend babita asked me if i expected people to read so much.what has happened to the reading habit.I happen to know that it is kicking and alive in some of my closest pals but many have lost the habit of reading and complain that they have no time.
Life has surely become strange and weird for until a couple of decades ago everyone complained about having just one tv channel but now complain that they have too many channels and are not sure what to watch.The attention time span has shrunk like the cricket test matches which have now shrunk to Twenty twenty cricket.People want everything in one capsule,entertainment including and everything has to be a quickie.But is it possible and i think it is just not possible.when i passed out of 12th std you know what most would go for,either B.COM,medicine or engineering and some were adventurous and got into computer science.but now the options are limitless and infinite and yet there are not enough jobs for everyone.
Sadly in todays modern world everything needs to be compartmentalized and shrunk into time capsules.like our class schedules we set aside one day for this and some time for that and even parents and relations are told when they can visit and when they will be visited.Sad but true and this will be the case from now on.but i think one should set aside time for oneself,time spent in solitude catching up on reading,listening to music or watching that favourite film.Rather than cram in everything and not enjoying anything i think we should take it one step at a time for there is just too much on offer right now.It is okay if you are not aware of everything,it is okay if you not in touch with the latest political trends but it is not okay if you are not in touch with your loved ones and most importantly yourself.Look after yourself,nurture your thoughts,nurture your passions for if you dont love yourself then how can you expect anyone to love you truly.
I could go on for a bit more but i will stop here and let go of the bit i am chewing on and that is time.time is running out and it is time to live now,live completely.
A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
"Life is but an empty dream!"
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
"Dust thou art, to dust returnest,"
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Finds us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,--act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing
Learn to labor and to wait.