Time
von meike brueggemeier
Kapitel
Got time ?
Coffee or no coffee? That‘s the question !!! I only had one large Mexican coffee jet, with loads of milk. But I already have this funny feeling in my stomach and this slight dizziness in my head. On the other hand, one coffee is no coffee, if large or not. Coffee or no coffee ???
"Where does time fly to?" Robyn interrupts my day planning meditation. She had one coffee more than me, maybe that explains it. Where does time fly to? What the hell do I know? I don't. "Marc has it." I guess. "Seriously!" Robyn is really getting into this now. "All the time you spend, waste, all the time that passes by. Where does all this time go to?" Maybe it's not the coffee, maybe this is the philosophy of the 90s. The disappearance of time. Well, where ever it goes to it would be a nice place to be, don't you think? Yes, "I want to be where all the time flies to!" I declare. "You could do everything you want because all the time is there." "Would you be immortal? I mean if you have all the time in the world..."Robyn has that wired glance in her eyes again. The one she always gets when we talk about immortality. But I don't like thinking of immortality. It's hard enough to lead your life in a way that you can look back on it when you die and be satisfied. But to be happy with it till the end of time? We don’t have to make life more difficult than it already is, do we?
"Maybe we should go and find it." I suggest. Robyn is watching the two guys at the corner. "Find what?"
It doesn't happen very often, but sometimes it does. Sometimes we lose each other during a conversation. About as often as you buy milk, one thing in life we can't agree on. 2% low fat milk or 100% full fat milk. I prefer the full fat one.
"Go and find the place where time flies to!" "And where would that be?" "If I would know that I would have answered your question in the first place."
The plan is made. We decide that Robyn is gonna quit her job and meet me in Santa Barbara where I have to participate in some kind of family weekend get together. The ocean an the desert are two of the places where we expect to find the exile of wasted time.
I left for Santa Barbara two days later and four days later called Robyn to tell her that this is not the place time flies to. That actually nobody would fly here in free will, not if you could fly to any other place you could possibly think of. But she insists that this is a pretty subjective judgement and that time might think different than me - if time thinks at all - and arrives Monday night to admit that I was right.
And off we went to find the desert and maybe the time that hides somewhere there. Thumbing south, listening to guys raging about their wives, the pressure of responsibility and the lack of time (!), it takes us two days before we finally get there. The desert!
Sand, rocks and Joshua Trees. And we find something else, people that have time! Here they are hiding in the desert, climbing, camping, sitting around campfires and enjoying themselves.
We were really exited, we thought we finally found it: the place where time flies to. But soon we realized that it wasn't true. It's just a question of the right definition. To say: I wasted a whole day lying in the sun and doing anything. Or: I had the time to lay in the sun all day and don’t do anything.
In the end I think time doesn't fly anywhere. It's just there as air and if you want it, you can take it. We have the time to do all the things we do, otherwise they couldn't be done. Think about all the things you have time for. As soon as you realize how much time you really have all you have to do is find the things you want to have time for. The only way to waste time is to talk, think or dream about the things you would do if you had the time.
Because time might be there available to everyone but you can't preserve time.
The time is there.
Take it.
It's yours.