Time
Time is such a funny thing. It dictates when we do everything. During my two summer escapades volunteering in National Parks my crew members and I didn’t worry about time. We ate when we were hungry, went to bed when we were tired, or when the sun went down and we couldn’t find anything to do and took breaks when we wanted to. We worked as long as we needed to to get the job done and enjoyed ourselves the whole time. Having the freedom to live without a clock for the most part was not only relaxing but well; encouraging that one could in today’s society. Both summers we were living by our own standards, not really weighed down by the restriction of hours that society places on almost everything. The campground never closed, nor did the park. The top of the butte never locked its doors to us or kicked us out during a night hike, and hardly ever were the bathroom doors closed when we had to scramble to pee during the night.
While I can see the importance of hours of businesses and the important role they play in society, for without them it would be a titch chaotic I think that everyone should life without them for some part of their life. Even if its just for a few nights backpacking in a close by national park. The idea that you move on your own terms, and live according to your wants is empowering.
I suppose growing up the restrictions time places on you are kind of counterbalanced, after all, you have the school year which consists of heavily regimented routines of classes and then summer vacation, which aside from perhaps a job is largely unstructured and free. Perhaps I’m just a new age hippy in my thoughts, but you really should try it…
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