Time

This most valuable asset has been encapsulated into millennium, century, generation, era, year, month, hour, minute, second, millisecond that is used as a measurement of urgency and interpretation of young, old, aged, senior, junior, commencement, retirement, fit, misfit, unfit.

It is flabbergasting how human run out of time-an inexhaustible treasure. I mean, how could anyone, and why should anyone, run out of time! I think we are running out of respect for time- the continuum that bridges one side of the breath to the other side of the breath.

Functionalism coerces the mind to behave as though the scientific clock controls life, growth and development and even confuse the biological/ecological rhythm of life with the scientic mode as if they are one and the same, thus making the quest to catch up with and imprison time, a necessity.

People spin in circles chasing time living as though the human body is some programmed/programmable gadget; some even attempt to function on autopilot. I know. I used to. I did, for many years.

Is it any surprise that the human body breaks down like some industrial piece of equipment. Fortunately for the machine- the real machines, they get replaced in a flash; maybe that is why human beings are made to think and believe that life is completely disposable.

The paradox about how one chooses to regard the need, use and want of time may have been the fixation of someone who wanted to capture the value of life/time by defining and confining time as the tick-tock of each stroke, or each blink, of the clock instead of working in tune with the rhythm of the heart.

In lieu of causing my heart to pound heavily in my chest in an effort to catch up with the mêlée that compete to define me, I use time as my inner toolbox where I can reach in for a retreat so as to reconnect , and stay connected with nature and her continues to teach me to maintain an attitude of gratitude that time is on my side as I venture to unlearn, relearn, recharge, renew, refresh, think, play, laugh, love, and practise to breath in - breathe out to the rhythm of my heart and of life… no more huffing and puffing in a race against time. Servant time reveals its master characteristics!

Imagine me learning to breathe again!

Thank God for time that never end!