https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7uy0ldI_1HA
Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?
More importantly, does anybody care?
So I stole some lyrics from Robert Lamm and Chicago, but they’re ringing in my head. Perhaps it’s because I’m a keen observer of my surroundings and what I see reminds me of that song. Maybe I just feel lost in the fucking constructs I see around me.
It makes me sad, frustrated, and seeking reclusion in spite of the fact I want strong connections. It just seems like strong connections are the last things most of us truly want.
We say we want them. We beg for them. Yet when they are presented to us we throw up obstacle after obstacle to defend ourselves against them. We’ve become so adept at the game we often don’t even realizing we are playing it. Rather than let someone into our guard to see if things work, we want them to dodge, parry, hop, skip and jump. I think a part of us marvels in the dance no matter how harmful the steps are.
A friend just reminded me of an important fact. “The older we get the more tired we become of the games.” In essence, our fuse gets shorter and our tolerance wains. We are no longer kids swimming in the dramatic pool. We want realness. We want substance, and we want the fucking warrior.
I’m pretty sure that for each of us that caters to the fear that the depth of a real connection there are others equally ready to play the game. To them, I say “Welcome to the Jungle” and walk away, believing that out there is someone just like me waiting and hopefully walking away after their own short fuse has burned out.
Yep, it’s been a song filled week.
That walk away has always been a walk toward something. During that walk I get to see people checking their proverbial watches for a moment that could exist if only they weren’t looking at their proverbial watches. Sometimes I’m asked what time it is to which I answer, “does anybody really know what time it is?” in my head while giving them what they’ve asked for. Me? I’m simply trying to figure out what I’m walking toward while not losing sight of where my feet are now.
I also watch people who seem to be rushing things or slowing things just as part of the game. For me, it’s all about the natural flow of things; the way things flow when I’m not invested in that watch we all seem concerned about. If it feels good and natural I will go with it without wasting time wondering what time it is. Even when the reminders of past experiences creep into my head my attention goes toward trusting the process of living.
As I’ve said many times before, we are all born with a finite bag of life. I know my bag is getting lighter, which is probably why my fuse is shorter. The wasting of time replacing light bulbs that aren’t broken and climbing walls I have no desire to climb just makes little sense to me.
So while many of us don’t seem to have time for realness or the courage to let things flow, it does seem “we’ve all got time enough to cry”. Imagine that.
❤
