Time

Time is a funny thing. Sometimes, seconds and minutes pass achingly slowly, and sometimes you blink and they're gone. Just like that, with no explanation. One wonders if clocks were merely invented so we could be surprised at the passing of time, and despair at the passing of it. And then there is the possibility that clocks were invented so we could know that we are late, that we must rush. If we lived in a world without clocks, would we feel less rushed? Or would we feel more rushed, not knowing how much time is left in the day, only to be finished early, with hours of sun still left to enjoy? Perhaps we cannot function without a device for measuring time. Maybe we always need to know that we can know how much time is left. Is it survival instinct that does this to us? Having to know how much time is left before our life runs out? Just maybe we can wean ourselves of the clock, that indescribable need to know what time it is. We are inextricably bound to time itself, counting out how many seconds we have to live. But do we need to know what time it is? Or is that, like the internet, something we can live without?