Time, as we all know, is relative. It is measured on different scales, by different people in different situations, to deal with different interactions, different circumstances. Forgetting existentialism for a moment and notwithstanding “wasting time”, “killing time” or even “spending time”, what do you do when there is, quite literally, not enough time?
When your time is finite. (Of course, everyone’s time is finite, but what do you do when you know how much time you have left?) When you know the maximum amount? What do you do?
What do you do when that maximum amount of time is not enough for you to do anything that is still on your list. There is not, even, enough time to go out and sell. No work you could do in the time left would provide enough money for you to achieve a single goal, to have any more of the life that you value. What do you do then?
Of course, you could always cheat. You know the maximum but it’s up to you if you wish to introduce a new minimum. Satre said that there’s no more powerful man than he who’s decided to die but, believe me, it sure as hell doesn’t feel like power.
When you know what happens. When you know that after life there is nothing. When the chemicals cease to react, to interact when everything just stops – there’s not even the
knowledge or thought or dream that you’ve ceased to exist – there’s just nothing, a void.
That’s pretty much the opposite of power … it is death.
So what do you do, except die?