Stories and Essays
Efficiency experts are keen to remind us that life consists of minutes - a limited number of minutes, so each one must count. "A minute is a long time". "A minute lost can never be regained". "Being 5 minutes late for a meeting with twelve people wastes a full man-hour of valuable time". For years I spent life trying to achieve the maximum in the time available. This perception is an illusion, a dangerous illusion that hurries us past life's joys and enslaves to the tyranny of time. When someone keeps me late, I am impatient: how dare they fail to value the limited minutes of my life! Interruptions are resented: they prevent me from achieving, so I must snatch extra time before returning home. Sound familiar? Life does not consist of minutes, but of moments -- special moments that give life its worth. So many your valued contacts began with an interruption, so what will today's interruptions bring? A half hour waiting for a special friend is no intrusion; it's an easy price when weighed against the treasure of the moments shared together. Think back over your best memories: the very notion of the equality of all 86,400 seconds of every day becomes an absurdity in the light of those moments. Long ago, people did not wear wrist watches or fill their houses with clocks. Perhaps they valued each other, rather than their time.