I frequently feel compelled to check the time. Actually, "frequently" is an understatement; I literally cannot go longer than seconds without looking at a clock.
I have checked the time about five times since starting this post.
I like to fill my time with meaningful tasks. My capabilities in time management are impeccable. I pack my days full with so many activities that I sometimes worry my days might explode. Of course, I am merely using personification. Days do not explode; they overflow. Monday overflows into Tuesday, Tuesday overflows into Wednesday, and on and on. There is not enough time in the day, but I undoubtedly use what limited time there is in the day in the most efficient way possible.
I do not waste time. Yet, sometimes, I wish I did.
There is not much in this world I actually hope to lose. I do not like to misplace things, and I do not like to search for lost items. But I love losing track of time.
Talking with friends, playing games, dancing, laughing -- time slips from my grasp when I am engaging in these activities. It would be nice to do these things a little more often; it would be nice to lose track of time a little more often.
The best part of losing track of time? That is easy. No searching is involved with the misplacement of time. Passed time is irretrievable. There is no point in obsessing over time lost because, well, it can never be repossessed. Time is one thing that I can accept not having control over.
1 the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole
Like the definition says, time is continually progressing. Time cannot be paused, and it is uncertain when time will run out. So, go use your time wisely. Actually, go lose your time wisely.