Time flies when you fail to realize how precious each moment is.
Whether you consider time to be money or an opportunity cost (for the economists out there), it is clear that time is the underlying measure of our lives. Time is a finite resource that belongs to each and everyone of us. Of all the resources available on this planet, time is the most socially equitable form of currency – no matter where we come from or what we look like, we each have time. We spend it as we choose, often spent in the pursuit of various objectives. At one point or another, our time will run out, baring any future technology that will extend our lives indefinitely. In the interim, we are given opportunity to spend this precious and valuable resource in the manner we feel is best. Do we waste our time? What makes the use of our time productive? Do we enjoy the time we spend on various activities – be it at work, on our smartphone, or waiting in line to board a train?
I have come to realize that time is the measure of our lives. Time is best memorialized in moments, whether positive or negative. If this logic is correct, then moments are the best measure of our lives. There are those who are said to ‘live in the moment’ and then there are the rest of us.
Prior to falling ill with lyme disease, I could not recall meeting someone who truly ‘lived in the moment,’ as I understood that phrase to mean. To me, living in the moment meant taking actions for immediate enjoyment notwithstanding the consequences those actions will have tomorrow. I was socialized to view those actions as irresponsible, reckless and downright stupid at times.
When faced with the prospect of not being able to do things that made me happy, I began to realize how important it was to spend my time in a way that pursued happiness for me and others. Rather than working long hours to buy something bright and shiny (think, handbags), my time could be better spent exploring my neighbourhood, meeting new people, and taking up a hobby I never got around to starting.
What I once thought to be reckless before and is now one of the best ways to spend my time, is letting the wind provide my hair with a blowout. It is better on my ears than having a series of hair straighteners and blow dryers bombard your hair for half an hour. And it is likely better for my hair than heated products. What I like the most is the way the wind feels as it brushes past my face and into my hair. Depending on how windy it is, the wind provides both a soothing and enlightening feeling.
I may not be as graceful as Pocahontas in describing the colours of the wind, but I can tell you that a wind based blowout is one of the few moments that I enjoy living in.