The Nature of Time
Timey-wimey, wibbily wobbly stuff. So perhaps Dr Who’s explanation of what time is wasn’t exactly on the money, but it isn’t all that far off, in that it’s suitably vague at least.
The ever-present nature of time is fascinating, as is the nature by which we as humans observe it. Time is one of those interesting constructs that is most notable by it’s absence, when we have an abundance of time it’s easy not to realise it’s there. Yet, when our time is under immense pressure the brain attempts to find other means of occupying itself, rather than making optimal use of what’s available. Perhaps it’s a design flaw in the workings of the human brain, if I may be so bold as to suggest so!
I can’t help but wonder, though, why humankind for thousands of years has been so keen to constrain everything to a given timeframe. From the Mayans and their calendar to the likes of Stonehenge or the study of History itself, we seem to be fascinated by the concept. In cultures gone by you can understand the importance for, say, harvesting crops, but in modern times everything seems to have accelerated massively, from seasons to months to days to hours. I suppose that’s just the way the world is moving though, with the advent of ‘anywhere working’ it would seem time is all about squeezing every ounce of productivity out of us before we become worm food.
Is that right though? Should we be so time pressured all our lives or would people actually be happier being a little freer, though granted, less productive? I suppose it is with a certain irony that I pen some musings on time when I have so much else to be doing (the reason for the length of time between blog posts, incidentally). Nonetheless, sitting here on hold to Energy companies, I think if I make any New Years resolutions this year, I think I they might revolve around time.