Tic toc, tic toc, tic toc…
William Penn said, ‘Time is what we want the most, but what we use the worst.’ In many scenarios which my head can imagine, it is true. But in many of them, it’s not up to me to ensure good use of my time because someone else owns it. Instead, it’s their prized possession.
No matter the nature of your relationship, whether it’s your parents, friends or boss, they own your time, or at least that’s what they assume. From the moment you’re born till death, parts you.
Your parents take the first turn. Your bodily functions quickly adapt in the first six months according to their choice. Next comes your friends, who would try to break you from that schedule and not let you maintain any kind of it. After that, it’s your boss’s turn; who would make you think you can now, for once, have your own schedule but would be actually turning the gears from behind.
Your body’s boss, the brain, also acts the same. All different regions of your brain have tiny clocks, where tiny neurons will think they’re keeping track of time but instead are master controlled by a region called the Suprachiasmatic Nucleus, which takes in sensory cues and then uses a Cābuka on the other regions.
I recently got hit by it pretty severely because I thought I was in ownership of my time now. Khair, wo mera waqt nhi tha (Alas, it wasn’t my time).
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