After enjoying an Easter feast and conversation at another house with friends and family today, I thought about how differently time had felt there – it was as if time had either disappeared or paused (even though it was obviously later in the day when it was time for me to go home). While over-used, the saying “time flies when you’re having fun” does have truth to it. I think our pre-occupation with time (following a time-based schedule, being somewhere on-time, checking the clock even if we don’t have to be anywhere, considering relaxation or breaks from work as a waste of time) turns out to be meaningless when we’re actually spending our time living – enjoying ourselves among others, or doing something new or colorful or non-routine – because time simply disappears. Oh, look! It’s so late already – time to sleep – or maybe I should just keep having fun and ignore the time? Perhaps yes, except that sleeping sounds very enjoyable right now.
