Finding balance between the constant dread of missing something I have to do that turns me into a slave to the clock and being able to live a relaxed life is an eternal battle of mine.
† Some kind of autosuggestion trickery, where I lay a callback upon some unrelated physical thing I know will happen in order to trigger another thought. e.g "when I cross the kitchen door I'll think about texting foo about bar"
> Check the time, check the time. To what end? I can’t tell you.
It was Grandfather’s watch and when Father gave it to me he said I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire; it’s rather excruciatingly apt that you will use it to gain the reducto absurdum of all human experience which can fit your individual needs no better than it fitted his or his father’s. I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
I don’t suppose anybody ever deliberately listens to a watch or a clock. You don’t have to. You can be oblivious to the sound for a long while, then in a second of ticking it can create in the mind unbroken the long diminishing parade of time you didn’t hear.
It's always the idle habits you acquire which you will regret.
- William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury
> Lunch is at lunchtime. “Drink up,” said Ford, “you’ve got three pints to get through.”
“Three pints?” said Arthur. “At lunchtime?”
The man next to ford grinned and nodded happily. Ford ignored him. He said, “Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.”
- Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy