Time

     It's dragging this morning. I have been at work for an hour already and it feels like it has been four. When does time start to mean nothing? It holds such strong parameters to life and every day activities. We have to be at Sally's for eight, be ready at five PM sharp, your shift starts at nine. It's ruling our lives and we allow it to. Time has got to be something man made up to have a start and an end. Everything that we know has a beginning and an end. Mainly life, but other things too. We are all born and we all die, we wake up and fall asleep. I don't believe that everything has a beginning. Somethings always just are and were and will be. Time has restricted our brains and it is almost incomprehensible to think that it is just an idea. But I believe that it is an idea, a good one, but still an idea. It is something that helps us put parameters on our day and our lives. It gives structure and keeps all the chaos out. I'm not saying I want to break free of that. I am a planner, I like schedules and calendars, and rules. I have three calendars that rule my life and I love to know when and where I am suppose to be. (Most of the time) But it is still interesting to think that time is something we have developed as a species.

Any thoughts?

--Ashley