Rant number 231
Time has many tables. It has a bit of a penchant for them in fact. Pine and softwood and hardwood and even acrylic. He even likes to make them himself, hewing the wood with a practiced hand...
Sorry, bullshit gene took over. I am Of course, not referring to those kind of tables. I am more referring to the blocks and timetables we cut our lives up into.
I've been at a wedding today for one of my wife's relatives. This is the kind of day then, that you would imagine that strict timetables wouldn't be necessary.
You would however, be wrong.
I got up at 8am - timetable number 1. After all, humans make every day a timetable of 24 hourly segments.
Then we got the bus at around 7 minutes past 9 - following the (woefully inaccurate) bus timetable - number 2 after only being up for around an hour.
Number 3 came when I got the train at 26 minutes past 9.
And we met up with the family at 20 past 10.
Need I go on? No, I don't think so either- lest we all loose our will to live.
It's scary how much our lives revolve around timetables. Each day we count hours and minutes and seconds with no regard for how precious they really are.
When you are waiting for the train, you do it impatiently and wish the time past don't you? Its a waste and a shame - but we are all guilty.
Try to fill your time and sod the timetables. We're all living a big one of 30, 70, 90 or 100 years - try not to waste any!
Rant over.
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