TIME, SPACE, WORK AND
MONEY
Time
One of the most interesting phrases in our modern
daily vocabulary is “I don’t have time.” Time seems to run away, with us
frantically running after it, without ever managing to catch up. This vain rush
leaves us with a permanent sensation of incompleteness, as if we were permanently
running the marathon and never arrived at the finish line, no matter how much
effort we put into it, no matter how exhausted we are.
And though we know, deep within us, that there is
something here which makes no sense, we continue, because we believe that there
is no other way to live.
The interesting thing is that this phenomenon happens
both in cosmopolitan environments, as well as in the countryside. In fact, the
farmer, who supposedly leads a calm life in his/her idyllic whereabouts,
generates as much stress in this rush, as the executive, stashed away somewhere
in his/her office, in the midst of the big city.
This pattern probably serves as a drug. Besides being addictive,
it serves as a shelter from death, which thus seems a far away prospect, and in
the same elusive way as time, death is never right here.
The problem is that life is also staggering back and
forth, exhausted, with no strength to bloom. Generally people live to die, one
day after another, less and less time between now and death.
Money
Similarly, and even for those who are privileged with
abundant bank accounts, money never seems to be enough for all of the whims the
mind manages to create. And when it is enough, there are normally other areas
of great lack, even if they don’t pertain to the world of matter.
For a common European citizen, “I don’t have money” is
a cliché sentence, completely embedded in the social fabric, like an impossible
stain to remove. So many bills to pay all the time, and once again the marathon
with no finish line in sight is the name of the game. Whenever it seems to be
visible, it is like a mirage that vanishes into endless storms.
It seems like we are all drifting aimlessly in a
stormy sea, shipwrecked and not knowing how to get to firm land, always trying,
in that vain attempt which is Hope.
Yes, vain, that’s what I said. The thing is, Hope
always puts the possibility of fulfillment somewhere in the future, in the
field of endless possibilities, removing us from our sordid present, to dream
of castles in the sand. True. It does keep us on track towards some possibility
or other, but does it really lead us anywhere, or does it just keep us
searching for something that is always yet to come?
Space
Adding to this, we have the realization that Space
seems to mingle with Time. How often do we say “I need Space”, in the same way
we would say “I need Time”? Or “I don’t have Space to express myself”, in the
same way we would say “I don’t have Time”? Time and Space are entwined in that
inexorable continuum that confuses us.
The relationship, in other words, the likeness between
lack of time, lack of space and lack of money is clear. Our lack of energy to
live, which derives from all of this is also quite clear.
Is there any way to change this state, which seems
real, therefore unchangeable?
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