Hurry

Do we live a hurried life, full of a rush and a stress? Probably, how someone. Or do our life from our birth till our death is really long or short, respectively, run? I think it is individual; it cannot be generalized to everyone. It seems like some fatalist philosophizing, but somehow it has come to me today’s morning.

How did it happen? From beginning, it seemed like usual way by train to my job. But when we stopped on the mains station in Blansko (city, where I live and there are to train stops there), then we had waited relatively long time for departure. Afterwards at once, the travelers begun to get out of our train even that one, who sat against me. It was bit curious, but no strange, because the speed train units commonly stop at the main station in Blansko with an exception of IC or EC trains (IC = InterCity, EC = EuroCity).

So, and this was just a situation, when one speed train from Prague had big delay. And so just these travelers change in big hurry to this speed train, some of them were half dressed, some of them run at a trot. Maybe time pressed them and some ten minutes could save them. I do not know. They simply hurried, maybe groundlessly, maybe with some intention.

Than I ask me: “Are we the slaves of time?” A slave? Human being, who is subject to an authority, submissive? Time? So it is, on the other hand, a physical quantity, which was made by human being. It has no begin, no end. We only determine some limits, time intervals ourselves. Henceforward hereunto, from here till over there.

Some silhouettes are coming up from the fog. The universe is coming to existence from the depth of time and space. It is no to hurry somewhere.

SLurl: Freestar Bay Isle

(Zdroj: YouTube)