Break time, leisure time, time wasted, on time, out of time, time out, time flies, in the nick of time... We are obsessed with time and I often wonder why this is the case. As time goes by, make time, time for a change, time is money. For millennia, time immemorial, really, time was measured by the daily changes in light and dark, by the changing seasons that repeat themselves in predictable periods. We awoke when it was light; we ate when we were hungry; we slept when we got tired. Now we're surrounded by clocks and gadgets that tell us exactly (or not) the passing of time, defining what are we supposed to do (lunch time, time to go to work, time for a vacation). I keep looking at the clock in my laptop to make sure I have time to get ready for work. Time heals all wounds, only time will tell, kill time, time off. I think of all the best times in my life and often can only recall a few; the worse times of my life are plenty and somewhat more memorable, but I don't know why. A hard time, a waste of time, time after time, time tested. Precious periods of too much time in my hands tucked between urgent ones where there's not enough time to get things done. Time out! Can we stop this timeline? I want to get off.
The time I spend with my loved ones is the time I treasure the most. I want more of that time, the kind of time that seems oh so short, so fleeting, before time runs out.
Break time, leisure time, time wasted, on time, out of time, time out, time flies, in the nick of time... We are obsessed with time and I often wonder why this is the case. As time goes by, make time, time for a change, time is money. For millennia, time immemorial, really, time was measured by the daily changes in light and dark, by the changing seasons that repeat themselves in predictable periods. We awoke when it was light; we ate when we were hungry; we slept when we got tired. Now we're surrounded by clocks and gadgets that tell us exactly (or not) the passing of time, defining what are we supposed to do (lunch time, time to go to work, time for a vacation). I keep looking at the clock in my laptop to make sure I have time to get ready for work. Time heals all wounds, only time will tell, kill time, time off. I think of all the best times in my life and often can only recall a few; the worse times of my life are plenty and somewhat more memorable, but I don't know why. A hard time, a waste of time, time after time, time tested. Precious periods of too much time in my hands tucked between urgent ones where there's not enough time to get things done. Time out! Can we stop this timeline? I want to get off.
The time I spend with my loved ones is the time I treasure the most. I want more of that time, the kind of time that seems oh so short, so fleeting, before time runs out.
Thanks for taking the time to share this, Carlos.