Prisoners of Time

Why is it that time seems to slow down so much when waiting for something? Each second seems to stretch for eternity. What is it that causes it to fly when we would prefer to savour each second and stand still when we would prefer to rush to get to the other side?

It almost feels like time knows our deepest desires and does what it does to prevent us from ever having what we want, i.e. more of what we are already enjoying and less of what we consider suffering. 

If this is what time is, a mechanism for us to suffer, by either stretching or contracting as needed, how do we stop this self inflicted suffering? 

How do we master time so it no longer controls us in this way? Does meditation make us free of time? Will time then stop bothering us and just go away?

Is time even a real concept or just a made up four lettered word used to measure how much we are suffering in a situation? Is the passing of time just an illusion?

What if, rather than try to control time, we eliminated time as a concept completely so that the word no longer held any meaning for us? Nothing to slow down or speed up. Nothing to experience. Why would we need time to experience anything anyway?

What would remain? There would be no idea of wanting things now or later. All of those ideas would be illusory as well. What would be left is a way of living where everything was accepted as is without complaint or worry about past and future. 

If this happened, would we become more peaceful and zen? More willingly accepting of the present moment with no desire to rush to be somewhere else? 

What would life be like in this state? Would this be a better way to live than the way we live right now? And if so, how can we surrender to this better way of living?

How would we act in a world where there was no concept of time? Where everything just happened the way it did and all of us were just witnesses to the unfolding of life? Nothing would seem to happen faster or slower. There would be no more past or present or future, only the moment itself, currently unfolding in front of  the witnesses experiencing the moment. 

The powerful and debilitating feeling of impatience and restlessness that we mistake to be boredom could no longer exist. Boredom is only a word with no meaning of its own. With no more time or waiting, there would be no boredom or road-rage or impatience or suffering associated with time. 

Is that what true freedom is? Freedom from the illusion of time? 

Would you be willing to let go of this one word, time, if it meant you could live in a world without suffering? And if you would, could you share how you did so others could follow in your footsteps? So everyone could live in a world free of time? Is this a world you want to live in? And more importantly, is this a world you choose to live in?