Time

Time at sea…

Ah, Friday… or is it Thursday or Saturday? Time has a new meaning these days. We are no longer pushed by the clock, controlled by meetings and appointments. While watching “The Gods Must Be Crazy” the other night, I couldn’t help but wonder how we as a society became so lost… Lost in time, lost in meetings, lost in appointments and lost in traffic. What makes and keeps us so busy? Are we missing something? Where is life within this vastness of lostness?

Sitting in the middle of an ocean, OK so the Caribbean is not quite the middle, but work with me for a minute… time is of no significance. We don’t to need to shoot the sun at noon for navigational purposes, though it would be a good exercise. We move according to weather and sea state. We have no appointments, no meetings and no traffic. I can’t help but wonder if this is life as God intended. Don’t get me wrong, we work and we have a routine but we do not have the pressure of time. The element of chasing time that makes us forget that we are human, that our neighbors are human, that the guy we pass on the street is human, and that the man begging for food is human, is not after us in this place.

We have to live within the parameters of the culture we choose to live in, or are wedged in, but do we have to succumb to the control that time so adamantly demands? It raises it head to control us, if we are not being productive with our time, time tells us we are to get up and hurry up, so its wicked hand can once again control us. The hands of time reach far into our minds twisting our thoughts and priorities.

Escape to the sea where time has no hold.