I never seem to have enough time; I always want to cram more into my day. But my dog, Watson, a rather difficult West Highland Terrier has his personal schedule.
Humans value time about as much as we value money, but rarely stop to think that both of these things only exist because we agree they do. The natural world does not run on my strict schedule, but according to the natural rhythms and cues of the planet. There is no rushing an animal, well Watson, to do anything they aren’t ready to do. Watson will go on a walk when he wants to, come back to me only when he’s finished sniffing the last message and sleeps when he’s tired.
So, if we value time so much why do we waste it, feel guilty about it and expect everything to be done in a shorter time than actually possible?
We think we should get everything the moment we need it. I’m reading Looking for Alaska, and this quote just jumped out at me.
“What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous.”
― John Green, Looking for Alaska