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these small hours
Posted by poeticnook
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6/11/2008 01:52:00 PM
there are only 24 hours in one day. too few for all the things i want to do.
let's say an average person sleeps 8 hours a day, and works 8 hours a day, that leaves him only 8 hours to actually do something interesting with his life. ok how about subtract an hour for travelling to and from places you have to go, another hour in total for all the meals you have to take, and give or take another hour to groom yourself. that's only 5 hours left to change the world or appreciate the snow falling on window sills, or marvel at the cherry blossoms. its all about one of those abstract concepts - "money" that will allow me to "buy" stuff that will make me "happy". too many unfathomable words in one sentence, it's giving me a headache. is sleep necessary? well maybe, it gives me energy to wake up the next day and do more work, which will give me money, which will help me buy stuff, which will make me happy. now how about the shuffling from one place to the next, the eating, the grooming, yes they are equally "important" - now even that word lost its meaning for me, well we do need to spend time giving our body nutrients and to keep ourselves presentable and yes getting from wherever "home" is to work and back (most important thing) does require time too.
so what happens if we have to do more work? i cant sacrifice my 5 hours of bliss, something has to give - sleep would be it, what's the use of sleeping 8 hours a day? that's like sleeping a third of your life, a big chunk which you could have contributed to something more worthwhile, and so these days i sleep at most 5 hours a day - i would be lucky to get 40 hours of sleep in a week, i dont want to miss anything this life has to offer. these are the best years of my life, when i can actually walk and run and jump without any aches in my back or shortness in my breath, when i can just fly from one place to the next at the speed of thought, when i could actually do more and be more, now why would i choose to spin in place whenever i have those "free" time for myself?
life is too short, i need to rearrange my perspective if i want to have meaning and relevance. i dont want to be like those people who suddenly wake up and find out that their whole life just flashed before their eyes. work is not equal to life. and so i am so looking forward to going home, and bumming around on an island with no internet, no computers, no iphones, i wonder how long i will last.
let's say an average person sleeps 8 hours a day, and works 8 hours a day, that leaves him only 8 hours to actually do something interesting with his life. ok how about subtract an hour for travelling to and from places you have to go, another hour in total for all the meals you have to take, and give or take another hour to groom yourself. that's only 5 hours left to change the world or appreciate the snow falling on window sills, or marvel at the cherry blossoms. its all about one of those abstract concepts - "money" that will allow me to "buy" stuff that will make me "happy". too many unfathomable words in one sentence, it's giving me a headache. is sleep necessary? well maybe, it gives me energy to wake up the next day and do more work, which will give me money, which will help me buy stuff, which will make me happy. now how about the shuffling from one place to the next, the eating, the grooming, yes they are equally "important" - now even that word lost its meaning for me, well we do need to spend time giving our body nutrients and to keep ourselves presentable and yes getting from wherever "home" is to work and back (most important thing) does require time too.
so what happens if we have to do more work? i cant sacrifice my 5 hours of bliss, something has to give - sleep would be it, what's the use of sleeping 8 hours a day? that's like sleeping a third of your life, a big chunk which you could have contributed to something more worthwhile, and so these days i sleep at most 5 hours a day - i would be lucky to get 40 hours of sleep in a week, i dont want to miss anything this life has to offer. these are the best years of my life, when i can actually walk and run and jump without any aches in my back or shortness in my breath, when i can just fly from one place to the next at the speed of thought, when i could actually do more and be more, now why would i choose to spin in place whenever i have those "free" time for myself?
life is too short, i need to rearrange my perspective if i want to have meaning and relevance. i dont want to be like those people who suddenly wake up and find out that their whole life just flashed before their eyes. work is not equal to life. and so i am so looking forward to going home, and bumming around on an island with no internet, no computers, no iphones, i wonder how long i will last.
