writing is sorrow; having had written is sublime
Have you got five minutes to spare?
No?
No time, you say?
Okay, if you had the time, what would you do with it?
Take your time and think.
I’m in no rush for I, personally, have all the time in the world.
Please stop looking at your watch phone.
Try to judge time’s movement without mechanics.
When was the last time you considered what time even means?
Or time as more than a deadline?
Is a five-minute wait a waste of time for you?
Depends on the situation, you say?
Why?
Back in the wonderful Nineties (Nirvana, 2Pac, The Matrix, Fight Club, etc…), I took a break from my normal Navy telecommunications gig to spend a few years in a special assignment as an Equal Opportunity Advisor.
To become qualified as an EOA, I had to attend three months of very intense and in-depth training at the military’s Defense Equal Opportunity Management Institute at Patrick Air Force Base in Cocoa Beach, Florida.
Let’s just say becoming an EOA is not the typical choice of an extremely White and WASPy dude like myself; so, due to the lack of other white, WASPy dudes like myself enrolled at the institute, it was one of those rare times in my life where I was in both the racial and gender minority for any significant amount of time.