c. 2002 · The Day’s Say — on priorities, and people who say they have no time.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted something for the Day’s Say. I would like to say thank you to those of you who have been faithfully subscribing to the Day’s Say. I will try to emulate your resolution and maintain these articles of deference.
So, what have you been up to? The last month hadn’t been too interesting, but I stopped procrastinating and tackled some tasks I’d been meaning to complete months ago. I don’t know if it is just me-let me know if you all feel the same way-but around this time of year, when the days are longest and the sun seems to effortlessly obliterate any clouds, I feel especially vigorous. And although I seem to work longer and harder, it seems that I keep adding more assignments to my list, and I never seem to be able to complete them as fast as I can find more of them to do. I suppose what I need to do is take a mental picture of how I am now, of how great I feel, and how wonderful the world is, and remember it, so that when the days get shorter and I forget that I once saw the sun in a blue a sky, not veiled as it will be in the shrouds of wintry gray, I will hold on to the liveliness of summertime and catch up on those tasks I was unable to finish the prior season.
“Time…enough.” These are the words of Roy Baty minutes before his timely death as filmed in “Blade Runner.” The truth is that it never seems like we have enough time. Even now as I type these words, I know I could be reading a good book, or exercising, or picking up some groceries. As I stated in my poem “My Mind:” An object is one thing and one thing only at any particular point of time and motion is merely a measure of momentum of the perceptions processed by my mind. When it comes to the application of action within a time frame, it all boils down to priorities. Anyone who claims they don’t have enough time is a fool who has fallen victim to his or her own inept time management. Right now, if I was so concerned that I am working on this entry at the expense of being unable to simultaneously finish Our Winter of Discontent, then I would stop typing and start reading. The fact that I choose otherwise shows that writing this piece is more important to me right now than finishing that particular novel. If I felt that it was unfair that I couldn’t finish that novel, type this edition of the Day’s Say, get some exercise, and have a good night’s rest, then I can go screw myself because it’s tough shit. I’m tired of hearing “Oh, but I don’t have enough time! It’s not fair– Oh, there’s never enough time! I sure wish I had more time.” Here’s what you can do with that wish: put it in one hand, and then shit in the other. Put your hands together and shake them. When you open them up, what do you have? Think on that. Have a better one!
Composed 2002 · part of the Essays collection · authorship documented on the Provenance page.