Having Time

I have entitled this "having time" but that is probably a misnomer.  Everyone has the exact same amount of time in their lives---twenty four hours a day.  The demands on one's time differ with each individual, and differ significantly at various stages in our lives.

At my current stage,  I can really appreciate taking the time to do things I have not previously done or done well or enjoyed.  For instance, when I was raising a family and working full time,  ironing was not at the top of my list.  I learned to avoid wrinkles in clothing by taking them out of the dryer while the dryer was still going around.  My family was mostly wrinkle free,  but I did not iron. Now that I have lots of time,  I actually enjoy that task. I could take Gerry's shirts to the cleaners,  but I have a good iron, lots of time, and ironing brings me pleasure.

 When I was in my youth,  I did learn the rudiments of sewing,  but I was always in a rush, and impatient, so I was not able to produce a really good quality apron, or other homemade items.    Now, I can take my time   perhaps I can learn to enjoy sewing.  I hope so, because that is a new hobby in which I want to engage in, a way to be creative.

Time is, of course, a human invention. In the olden days, the passage of time was marked by the movement of the sun and moon. I am sure that keeping track of increments of time in hours and minutes did not yet exist.  Time as we know it today is finite----just so many hours in a day, so many in a week, so many in a life.  In our modern world,  there is the inclination to cram as much into a day as humanly possible.  The irony is that makes time fly by,  puts our lives on fast forward.

  I don't believe it has to be that way.  If we did not compulsively keep track of it,  time would flow more easily, be more circular than linear,  not own us and box us in to a limited view of our existence.

Infinity is a concept that refers to a quality without bound or end, "unboundedness".   Various ideas throughout history have developed about the nature of infinity, primarily in mathematics and physics. There is also the cosmic question. Does infinity exist in our physical universe?  Does the universe have volume?  Does space go on forever?

Is time infinite?  Does it go on forever? Can one really go back to the future, so to speak?   And can one navigate time in the same manner as one can navigate the topography of Earth--meaning that if one travels in a straight line, one will eventually return to the the exact spot one started from.

What if time and the universe are the same?

 At this stage of my life I "have time" to think about all these outrageous questions.  I just have one major conclusion for today:   I would prefer to have time, rather than time having me!