easy. lucky. free.
Stephen here,
I’m currently sitting in the front row of the van on our way to Chicago. We left a little late this morning, but it ends up working in our favor considering Illinois is an hour behind Eastern Standard Time. That’s such an odd concept to me, the idea of Time Zones; you can drive a few hundred miles and somehow add an extra hour to your life.
Time in itself is a strange concept, people, including myself, are slaves to time. We all want things as fast as possible, whether it be the food we ordered at a restaurant, the arrival of an event or the feeling of being in love, everyone wants what they want, and they want it now.
Technology is partially to blame. We live in an age where communication is virtually instantaneous, in fact, as I’m writing this I’ve looked at my phone ten times to see if I’ve received a reply to a text message from someone back home.
Although I’m still inpatient, I have been making a conscious effort lately to enjoy what I have right now. I don’t want to worry about tomorrow, I don’t want to worry about getting what I want today.
I want to be free from the shackles of time.
