holidays for a while, time to get back to the grind of your daily lives.
I've been thinking about time, or more accurately the lack of it to do
everything fulfilling. Isn't it ironic that with all the devices we
have to help us save time, we end up with a lack of it anyway?
Take my iPod. It helps me blog, check mail and read blogs, but while I
do this, there is a stack of books waiting to be read. -_-!!
Your work computer or laptop is essential to your work, but with its
increased efficiency comes higher expectations of productivity.
( "what you mean that word report isn't ready yet? You could have done
it in 30 mins!" yea, 30 mins I could have spent doing something else...)
Modern lifestyle magazines are on the dot of this problem. I've read
articles on how to do 5 min workouts, 10 min exercises in creativity,
how X mins a day ( just minutes! ) can help you achieve whatever
regrettable resolution you set for youself this year. As if my life
wasn't cluttered enough with the big things, now I have to throw in
all these cookie crumbs just to fill up the time?
This is the real curse of 21st century life. That if you are able to
do more than your grandparents, you should be. There is no excuse for
neglect, cos look at all the wonderful gim-gams you have now! Your
life should be better! You should have more money, be smarter,
slimmer, funnier, happier.
Except that most of us living now know the real secret: that we're
not, are we?
MAybe the ironic part is this part that I read in a fitness mag: the
article said that we were getting more sedentary because public
transport and things like escalators took away the need to walk
around as much anymore. Thus to lose the weight, the mag suggests that
you walk more, instead of relying so much on modern conveniences.
So to slim down, live like your grandparents used to. -_-!! we spent
all that time and money on these modern gim-gams and now it turns out
we didn't have to. Next thing you know someone will tell you that to
have more money, work as a housewife or clerk and earn less first.
Sent from my iPod