While I was having fun, I was a child and time for me was a given right, although I was totally unaware of this. Growing up was quite the opposite. It meant schedules, responsibilities and weekends. Weekends! A long word for rest, rest of the things I could not do during the working days: cleaning, meeting others, obey my adult responsibility towards family, friends, house.
There is not enough room in time to do what is necessary… well, I can do everything although it will never be done properly! I feel my sleeping is controlled, even on weekends! I have a clock ticking the speeding, rushing time. If I want to see the sun I must wake up, so tired I continue, and rest? Rest is for the next scheduled night, eight, nine, ten hours…a luxury.. meeting parents, friends, looking at the time… I was never a fan of time and things did not get better since waking up became such a priority on days such as these.
Do not get me wrong, I need to organize myself better, that is a given fact. But is so exhausting to controll fun. Time is a dictatorship! An ugly man reminding me every second of things I might loose if I stay still, lazing around. An obnoxious voice repeating that a day only has twenty four hours! What a big number, what a small day!
Eating takes 3 hours of the day, sleep 8, moving around 3 or more… enjoying things? Hopefully the remaining 10.
By: Joana Maciel
Post Scriptum- Hello, I have been a small silent voice in the project, and we thought since the participations are not going has we would expect, I could introduce you a new form of making questions, of giving personal solutions. It seams a selfish concern of mine, but I believe that quality in life is measured by the amount of time one has to enjoy. And since that is important to me and I hope I can remind some of the importance of having fun, I wrote about that. But what concerns you? What do you believe? What type of input can you give even if in small doses?
