time
I have recently stopped wearing a watch. For anyone who knows much about me, this is a huge thing for me. I've been wearing watches almost nonstop since middle school. The concept of time is one that interests me and I hate running late, preferring to be chronically early where ever I go. To stop wearing a watch has been a big deal for me. My wrist looks naked without it, although there is no longer an awkward tan line.
As 2009 began, I was sure it would be a great year, but as both January and February passed and I lost two people very near and dear to me, I realized time really is an illusion. You have all the time in the world if you make it so. By being constantly reminded of time though, well...it was slowing me down. By taking my watch off, I've learned to breath and appreciate things again. I've realized that by checking my watch every two seconds only causes me to get angry and frustrated at how time seemed to drag by as slowly as possible, but then only to realize, that's what I want. By wearing a watch on my wrist, I wanted time to speed up. I wanted things to move faster and keep up to pace.
It took loosing two people whom I love for me to realize that I don't want time to speed up or move faster and keep up to pace. I want things to slow down. I want to appreciate things like sitting in the middle of a river with no pants on, holding a camera in hand as a beautiful lady poses in front of me. I want to appreciate falling asleep with arms wrapped around me. I can't appreciate those things as long as I keep looking at my watch.
I'm working on stopping and looking at my phone for time as much as I can because it really is just another watch. I'm tired of time. I'm boycotting it. I refuse to age and let time take its toll. I'd rather stay stuck in this mess of a life I have right here and right now than have to deal with loosing more people and watching time continue to pass.
As 2009 began, I was sure it would be a great year, but as both January and February passed and I lost two people very near and dear to me, I realized time really is an illusion. You have all the time in the world if you make it so. By being constantly reminded of time though, well...it was slowing me down. By taking my watch off, I've learned to breath and appreciate things again. I've realized that by checking my watch every two seconds only causes me to get angry and frustrated at how time seemed to drag by as slowly as possible, but then only to realize, that's what I want. By wearing a watch on my wrist, I wanted time to speed up. I wanted things to move faster and keep up to pace.
It took loosing two people whom I love for me to realize that I don't want time to speed up or move faster and keep up to pace. I want things to slow down. I want to appreciate things like sitting in the middle of a river with no pants on, holding a camera in hand as a beautiful lady poses in front of me. I want to appreciate falling asleep with arms wrapped around me. I can't appreciate those things as long as I keep looking at my watch.
I'm working on stopping and looking at my phone for time as much as I can because it really is just another watch. I'm tired of time. I'm boycotting it. I refuse to age and let time take its toll. I'd rather stay stuck in this mess of a life I have right here and right now than have to deal with loosing more people and watching time continue to pass.