Cheating time....

Summer time...This odd habit of changing the hour when Spring arrives for a reason that seems lost, but we all go through it anyway, knowing that It will screw up your mind and body every time, and all that for what....? Our kids are tired and obliged to go to bed while it is still daylight (explain that to a 3 years old!) and makes you become paranoid about that hour that might or might not have been changed on the numerous clocks of the house! Nature knows what time it is for itself and it is not up to us to tell the sun when to rise or to set, so why are we attempting to fool ourselves?. Time will pass us by, even with our ridiculous attempt to control it. When it comes to energy savings, I will try my chances with being careful to switch off all apparatus in the house and office when I am not using it, recycling as much as could and keep on walking (which I have to do, since according to universal criteria I am far to dope to learn how to drive!) But anyway, will try to do my best in my own way, and I do not impose it to anybody else.
But as usual we will adjust.
Oh, I wish I can bend time for my own purpose too, shall I start picking out hours from my life, even days or months. Turning back time, saving time, wasting time...Never enough time for us although there is plenty of it.
Here for reflection an extract of "The Prophet" by Khalil Gibran:
"You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable.
You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons.
Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.
Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness,
And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.
And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.
Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless?
And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the centre of his being, and moving not form love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds?
And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless?
But if in you thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle all the other seasons,
And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing." This time......