Saturday morning and I spent some time in considering...well, time! To me, we developed a hard concept to get the most of our life when we developed time. And the division of it. And the multiplication of it. Time goes to cycle of measure every millisecond, second and minute as you count the days, months, years, decades, centuries, milline...well, you know. And yet, no one can define the measure of a lifetime. Time by numbers isnt time I prefer. It is a silly contrivance humans created to make sense of the ebb and flow of Circadian rhythm. We can get up in the morning or I am awake at 4:00. One is undefined yet acceptable and the other is...well regimented and boring. Time measured is cold and analytical. It touches our right-sided mathematical brain too much. Were constantly analyzing where we will be, a framed in time to eat, sleep, work, work out...its all too boring. Living in the moment though: now that touches our more left-sided romantic brain giving us a construct of time that can be so special...so beautiful...so infinitesimally infinite: a mere breath of our spirits presence as we marvel at our being; a beautiful moment that can last in memories through our lifetime. Who wants to live day by day or minute by minute (its fast, its frenetic, its slow, its boring, how many seconds, how much time to I have, all the mental math, regimentation and zoom zoom: gone without life). Who wants to live moment by moment though (its really surreal, it is where romantic memories live; that brief smell of jasmine fragrance and the minds imagery...its so poetic. It can be the time flew or time stood still...both so compelling). The passage of life defined mathematically disallows poetry for the sake of regiment. Like I met my wife on a Tuesday. or That very moment I met her; that first, quick, embarrassed glance I had; I could not look away. I just knew it was love at first sight. Or I retired at 65 and spent years feeling useless. to I was fortunate to take advantage of the golden years. See what I mean? I am a moment by moment guy; its just a fuller version of life to me. I guess its evident; I am always late. Not just late according to the clock but as late period: a late bloomer: I got a later start in business. I guess the momentary aspect has always defined me because I do battle it a good deal. Its the nonconformist in me. But to me it means so much more to have a moment. Its more poetic and better represents my passage, my journey down the road of no destination with too many curves to allow me to see the end. And I can chronicle the journey well enough to count the experience as time. Like the moment we met I knew or we really had a moment. I hope to never be able to count my experience with you, nor count my blessings, but rather to have our exchanges and you know me: you can always count on me. Better math. I hope to draw upon each moment in my journey down the road and in each passage between sleep and awake, slumber to aware, to just enjoy as many moments as I can. People wonder why I dont need an alarm clock or use a watch. But come on; am I always late really? Maybe according to the clock of constricted measure but that is yet more regimentation designed to take away my here and now. Living life to its fullness should not be about hurrying to an experience sometime in the future that prevents me from living in the now. Thats boring...and oppressive. Living in the moment can even allow us to develop the prescience to see mathematics as it truly is. You can spend time studying for hours to learn Pythagorean theory, but it is only in that precious, precise, poetic moment of clarity that you truly understand its timeless beauty. This took me a while to write. I dont know how long. It doesnt matter: I didnt have to be (late) anywhere. 😃 HAPPY SATURDAY!
Posted on: Sat, 02 Aug 2014 16:10:41 +0000
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