Small time shot away
It occurs to me that we are so far removed from everything that it is to be alive, that it sometimes amazes me that people keep breathing all on their own, without some contraption; new and improved, shiny and sparkly, two for one and 99 cents, to make the whole endeavor easier, faster, better for the ozone, and floral scented.
I personally don’t like to cook, take out the trash, do laundry, stop for gas, shop for groceries; all the daily perfunctories. And when I think of it, when I try to explain, I say “I just don’t have the time.” Which is a lie, all I have is time, no matter how busy I am. I have the time, but I don’t want to spend it. Not on those things. I think it comes from taking care of people for so long, but I suppose it’s different for everyone. When you feel, for any length of time, that your hours are accounted for, it makes you covet them…for their own sake. And all of a sudden, you find yourself hoarding time, stealing it away, saving it up, to do nothing at all.
Fast food and one hour photo.
And all the simple joys of truly being alive and connecting; with the world, with ourselves, with our friends and family, they’re reduced to an email, a text message, a store bought Thanksgiving dinner.
The more I become aware of the ever increasing speed of life, the more I make a concerted effort to slow down and stay busy (which is not as opposing an idea as it seems) and just enjoy.
