We were born in a world where everything ticks to the rhythm time; from the moment of conception, our lives were put on a timetable. While in utero we were put on a trimester schedule on which we gestated to birth; and even after birth, our lives were measured by time, base on the narrow distance that lies in between the womb and tomb of life. Time has impregnated every aspect of life, it has turned our bodies into biological clocks that wrinkle their beauty as they tick away with the age of time. And transmuted our minds into mental clocks that tick with thoughts of impatience, as we rush through life trying to accomplish all our heart desires, knowing that we’re racing against the continuous flow of time. We have a relationship with time that we cannot divorce ourselves from; time affects how we live our lives and it helps to shape our relationship with people. But sometimes the flow of our lives and the flow of time are so out of sync with each other that we find ourselves having a dysfunctional relationship with time. By having a dysfunctional relationship with time, we constantly find ourselves having more things to do in our lives, than the currency of time to spend doing these things.
Time is a currency that we’ve inherited from nature, how we spend it reveals who and what we value most in life; yet sometimes we find ourselves spending more time on the perishable things in life than we do on the treasurable people in our lives. Although we were granted an allowance of time for our journey in life, it wasn’t sufficient for our survival in a monetized world, so we had to commoditize our time; allowing the market to claim shares in it. But when the currency of time and the currency of money collapsed into one reality, working and sleeping almost reach the point of singularity, only leaving a narrow gap in our lives that’s smothering to the rest of our experiences in life. And although time still flows through the narrow gap that exists between working and sleeping, it does so in a manner that consumes our lives. Unlike monetary currencies, the currency of time is not saveable, it doesn’t stop expanding itself because our actions are suspended in the state of rest, nor does it interrupts its flow to await us while we’re stuck at the crossroads of uncertainty. How we consume time helps to determine how we experience life; our lives will not be measured by how much money we spend, but rather, how much time we spend doing what we love with whom we love. Time was meant to measure the journey of life, not the journeyers of life; and though we were born in a world where everything ticks to the rhythm of time, we weren’t meant to be measured by its limit.