Thoughts on Time in 2020
In the solitude of this season, the scaffolding of minutes and hours falls away, and time rolls like a dense fog.
“A man with no time is a man with all the time in the world.” I wrote these words in my journal almost eight years ago. I was writing a song on the shores of my Grandfather’s home. The sun was setting, and I sat alone with the ocean.
Being quarantined with the rest of the world has me thinking about time again. Clocks seem to matter little in how the day unfolds. It’s a good feeling. A reminder of how things were before the urgency of adulthood crept into my life. In the solitude of this season, the scaffolding of minutes and hours falls away. Time rolls like a dense fog, a sorry veil before the infinite dawn. This is a gift to those who navigate its emptiness. A joy boundless in possibility. Crafting wisely now, we can bend what was not long ago the great monolith of our lives, in new directions and with new insight and appreciation. Don’t cling to that shore of time. Ship off into that infinite space.