Chicago, Dude

I told my three year old that I would take her apple picking and now she asks to go every minute of every day though the trip isn’t for three weeks.

I realize that she has no sense of time and I began to wonder what joy that must.

I am so bound by time that I am constantly looking for the time. I look to my bedside clock, my watch, my phone, my microwave; I even glance occasionally to the lower right corner of my laptop to see the time.

I am a slave to this sixty second system.

I envy my daughter’s freedom. I long to be able to live each day to the fullest and not be concerned about the next one.

Maybe that is the goal in life. To break free from the bondage of time. Maybe.