The Time I Forgot About Time

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? During my struggles with the IBDP I have buried myself with work and essentially became a robot. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, as I do thoroughly enjoy what I have to do, but there’s one thing I forgot about the past 3 months… The clock is constantly ticking. And despite having many of them right on my side or on my wrist, I still forgot what this ticking means.

My usual post would start with “Now, I do not want you to think that…”, or “It’s not that I…” but this is not this type of a post. Granted, I only wrote a couple in the past 3 months, but hear me out.

Time is around us at all times (pun intended), yet it seems like we don’t think about it. At least not in the more complex way. Don’t worry, I am not going to continue talking about the 4th dimension and how time is arguably the reason we exist and change.

You probably have a rough idea of what time of the day it is. Noon, evening, night, maybe even morning. Your alarm wakes your body up at a specific hour, and you lay to rest roughly around a specific time as well. The numbers on the screen help you organise your day, and give you a somewhat clear view on how much time you have until  x or y. Imagine your life without these normal numbers. Everything would be a chaos.

Without a calendar people would die at “random” moments, and meeting with someone would become much harder than possibly imagined – after all, when would you know which evening you will both wait at the train station. Then again, would “evening” even exist? Without the concept of time, people would surely try to distinguish between the different “parts” of the day, but without counting the day that passed since, let’s say, day 0, there would be no clear indication for… anything.

Now, why did I bring the “no measuring of time” into this post? Well, I do definitely think it’s a great concept to hypothesise about, and think how our species would develop ignoring this phenomena, but that would definitely be a different and a much longer post.

As a high-school student, my day is very  well planned out. My classes happen at certain hours, and my commute to school takes a very specific amount of time as well. Everything I do links back to these digits that in mathematics makes them not that much different than all the other ones. And yet their power is so much greater in the real word.

What I’m trying to say is that despite us having something to indicate how much time has passed ever since we woke up or entered the school building, we don’t really think what it means. During this time we aged, and are never going to be as young as the moment we got out of bed that day. It’s not me trying to sound negative, or bring the idea of inevitable death into the conversation, but much rather try to make you aware of the significance of these digits you see on the screen.

Whether it’s the calendar, or your watch, seeing past the numbers themselves could be quite important in order to find happiness in the moment, rather than in 5 minutes. Living in the future doesn’t really have the “-ing”.


5 thoughts on “The Time I Forgot About Time

  1. Great article! 🙂

    I can never organize my time nowadays. No wonder my life is chaotic!
    Like you, I’ve realized that I’ve become a robot these last few months, and leading a pretty mundane life. Of course, I’ve tried to change it and actually get a few hobbies, but it’s impossible to do that with the huge workload.

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  2. I’m struggling through the IB right alongside you, I can totally relate. All those all-nighters and the shedload of work has really messed with my sense of time too – two months seem like a long time but also an unbearably short period at the same time. Keep going – in 3 months we’ll be free!


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