I took my watch off.
I'm not sure why; maybe for the change. Left it on my dresser, and drove off, disarmed by the absence of surety.
It felt like days not knowing the time. Any progression of events lacked sense without the marked importance of minutes and hours. I missed the comfort and guidance provided by the reliable, accurate tick-tock of my favorite amenity. My day's decisions seemed less navigable, and I, confused.
But I noticed: the sun seems to shine forever when I'm not wearing a watch. Time moves on discretely, asking little of me. I watch the sun set beneath the horizon, offering a fleeting glimpse of perfection; unspeakable beauty, but asking nothing of me in return.
I feel selfish.
and jealous.
My possibilities suddenly seem endless, and I am freer without the weight of a judging clock. I wish to want nothing, and be unbounded by the constraints of the human-induced penitentiary of time.
It is dark now; it is silent and infinite.
It is 9:36 and I am relieved.
