Chapter 4: There's Never Enough 'TIME'
Do you fear DEATH?
(Wow, geez Mike, way to start off the chapter strong)
Ya, I know. But really though...Do you fear DEATH?
(This is the part where you answer in your head 'yes' or 'no')
Does a cold shiver run up your spine when you read that word? Do you totally forget the meaning of the word and just keep reading the words I write?
STOP!
Think...
Do you....fear....DEATH?
I know it's something you don't wanna think about because it really is scary and who the heck wants to think about it anyway? So right now, I'm gonna kinda vier off the subject of....you know...and tell a litte story.
I remember when we were kids. My brothers and I. And boy were we a prime example of your typical "children". We could find ways to fight about ANYTHING.
Brother 1: "Hey guys, let's go downstairs and play."
Brother 2: "NO, let's go play in the living room."
Brother 3: "NOOO, let's go upstairs and play."
Brothers 1+2: "WE DON'T EVEN HAVE AN UPSTAIRS!"
See, we could turn ANYTHING into a fight. We were your typical...boys. And with each group of typical children, usually comes a typical "mom". These mothers usually have a good understanding of how children usually act, especially three boys, and knows how to raise them. Well our mother, like ourselves, was a PRIME example of the "typical mom" who knew exactly how to raise three "typical boys" correctly. It's like she had done this in a past life or something and now she knows every move we make and every bad thing we do. We never got away with ANYTHING. Sometimes she even knew the bad decisions I would make before I even make them. CRAAAZZZYYY. That's our mother. And we learned this part about her very quickly from all the times we got in trouble. And I'm talking on like, a daily basis this would happen. I mean she was soon known as "the punisher" from all of what we had done. And boy were we afraid of her.
I remember this one specific time, me and my bros came home after school one day. We usually had a couple hours of playtime before "the punisher" came home to tell us to go do our homework. These times usually consisted of as much playtime as possible. This one specific time, we had decided to play video games. And of course, we took up a half hour of our time fighting over which game to play. But in the end we decided on 'Crash Bandicoot'. What we usually would do is after each person dies, one of us would hand over the controller to the other. I remember it was my older brother's turn and being the bigger, older brother that he was, he decides to break the rules and do his own thing. HE SKIPS A TURN.
(No, no way, that aint gonna happen. It's MY turn. Just cause you suck at playing don't mean you get another chance)
Ya, that's exactly what I was thinking to myself. It aint happenin' bro. Yet he continues to keep the controller to himself to the point where all of the sudden....
BOOM!!!
I had wound up...and without any thought...without any hesitation...I had swung. With every bit of power I had. I nailed my brother right in the stomach and knocked him on the ground. Boy, did he look like he was in pain. And do you wanna know what my first thought was? I'll be honest, I was very scared. Here's my brother, lying on the ground....in PAIN...from my hands. And my first thought was.........the "PUNISHER'S" COMING HOME! Oh my gosh, mother would be home in minutes. What would I do? Run away from home? Cover up the crime scene? Wish that my brother would stop balling his eyes out over a wimpy hit? I was afraid for MY life...not the one lying on the ground. The pain I caused my brother was nothing compared to what was going to happen once mother came home. And I remember the first words that came outa my mouth once I had commited the crime:
"Oh crap, Matt......please don't tell mom".
Ya, some brother I am (but I guess that made up for the time he kicked me so hard I almost hit the ceiling...no joke). And of course, to finish up the story, let's just say I saw a new side of the punisher I had never seen before.
So, back to the real topic at hand. Do you fear death? I know I most certainly did when I had to tell my mother what I had done to my brother.
So here are the facts: We've all been given one life. Within that life, eighty years, roughly, some shorter than others. This means you have eighty years to do what you gotta do and get outa here. What, that's it? Yeah, that's it. Everything you wanna do in eighty years. Well geez that's not enough time. I still gotta finish up college, and go to Hawaii, and buy a house, and get married,and have kids,andgetmydreamjob, andgotodisneyworld,andspendallmymoneyonworthlessstuff.
Well then you better get a move on it.
-OR-
So you say "there's never enough time" right?
That's funny. I just recently watched a movie called 'In Time'. Pretty good flick. The plot basically described what it would be like in a world where everything was 'bought' with TIME. Think about that. You want a coffee? Two minutes...off your life. You want to go somewhere? It'll cost you your time.
But is it really that important? "Time", that is. Is it really important that we go about our days wondering if we have enough time to do this, or do that. Who said that for one second you can't just stop. Breathe. Relaaaxxx.
I've been recently a little stressed out lately. I just can't seem to get my priorities straight. Work, school, this, that. I wasn't made to handle all this. There's just too much going on and my mind just isn't fast enough to keep up with everything. It's as if there's not enough 'TIME' in the day to do everything I need to do. I'd be late to work one day, or late to school the next. Or forget something one day when I needed it yesterday. "Where on earth can I find more time"?
There actually is an answer to that question. But I don't think you're quite ready for it.
In the society we live in nowadays, it's very hard to find time to just sit back and take a little break from life. It almost seems as if technology is moving too fast for itself. We all wonder why old people drive slow, or why they have that slow mind, or why the heck they are just plain old "slow". It's because they simply grew up where not everything moved this fast. It didn't have to. Life ran just great when you had to walk instead of drive, or make dinner instead of order fast food. It's was almost as if the "clock" actually ticked slower back then than it does now. But it hasn't. The clock still clicks at the same pace it always has. So how the heck did those old people actually live without a cell phone? Or a.....computer. Shoot, how the heck would I even write this blog if I didn't have a computer? It's strange to think about sometimes whether or not technology has brought a good thing to this world or if someday it will backfire on itself.
So do you still fear DEATH? I knew I'd catch you offguard with that. Here's a better question: why do you fear something that's inevitable? Think about it because, with TIME, comes DEATH. These are both two things that you can not, and will never be able to control. You can not stop time, you can not cheat death. Instead, why not focus on the things that you CAN control. Let's take a closer look:
DEATH=80years(time). 80years=29200days=700800hours=42048000minutes=2522880000seconds.
That's some math equation. And you're tellin me you don't have enough time? Have you ever thought about 'Hey, maybe it's not about having enough time'. Well then what's it about?
Good question. Since death is inevitable, and time cannot be altered or messed with, what is it that we can do to make our lives worth it? I mean is it really all that fun being stressed out all the time, going from job to job, hopefully doing well enough just to make it by in life? Would you really feel comfortable saying that at the end of your life, when you look back on everthing that you've done, everything that you're doing, what you're going through right now, do you really think you'd be able to say: "yeah, I'm happy with the life I've lived".
If you really think that there's not enough time to do the things you wanna do, maybe you're trying to do the wrong things. If you're trying to finish up everything before the time runs out, you need to re-think your strategy. Because if you think that the purpose of life is to live for eighty years and try and get as much as you can in it that you can cram in, then maybe what you really need to do is feel what its like to only have a little time left. That's when they say you figure out the truth about life.
If you really wanna know the truth about what it's like to be in a timeless world, go away. Really, get out of here. Go to a place where there are no clocks. Go somewhere where there's absolutely no technology controlling you. A place where death doesn't scare you. Then you'll realize that it's not the fear of death or the lack of time you have in this world, it's about what you were meant to do with the time that is given to you. And that's how you live a fearless life, in a timeless world.