But for most of the rest of us, we are slaves to the ticking clock.
The Book of Ecclesiastes in the Bible had an interesting take on time. Not chronological time, but time in general, and it sums it up well.
“To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing.......”
I always think about time as a fairly recent concept, but the sundial had ancient civilizations fretting about time long before clocks and watches.
When I was a kid, I didn’t wear a watch on my wrist until after I was drafted into the Army.
When I moved into the corporate world, I lived my life in increments of 15 minutes. My days were filled with appointments, meetings and conference calls.
Often at the end of each day, when I looked back, all I had to show for my time were some tick marks on my to-do list and some scribbles on my calendar.
Since becoming un-jobbed, most of my days are still filled to capacity, but even so, I can normally look at the position of the sun, or the growling of my stomach to keep me on schedule, and when I look back at the end of the day, I usually can read over a story I’ve written, listen to music I’ve recorded, or admire the yard work I’ve completed.
This weekend time changes from Daylight Saving Time to regular time, and if you forgot to “fall back” last night, this morning you’re probably driving in a parking lot at church saying, “How did I beat everybody to church?”
These days, the time change in autumn seems to affect me more than the one in spring.
Maybe it’s because the days are getting shorter, the angle of the light, or maybe it’s because I’m entering into the autumn of my life, but I sometimes find myself feeling a little moody, when I think of time.
If my life were an hour glass, it would have more sand in the bottom.
I did a little research while writing this column about time and I came across a quote that seems to put things into perspective.
“Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.”
— Carl Sandburg