Let me ask you a question, very straightward one. Do you wear a watch on your wrist? Yes, you do. Now the second question is a little harder to answer honsestly. Do you ever hear the voice of time coming from your watch every second, not minute, or hour? No, you don’t.
My problem has always been to live in a moment which presently existed in the past or was about to arrive in future. I never lived now and here. I am, 34, doing what should have been done at 22. This is the result of not hearing the voice of time.
Every moment is specially making a call for a specific kind of task. Be sensitive to know what it says. At 2:38 my watch says: “Hurry! Finish the job quick. It’s time to bed.” What if I ignore it or never care about the voice of time? I’ll indulge into chatting, browse porn sites, read intresting stuff about my favorite subject psychology, think grand ideas (to be materiazed not now but in some wishful moment of distant future), etc. And the whole night will pass off steathily till it’s dawn and I hear the sweet voice of prayer when I slip into deep sleep and dream I’ll offer Fajr prayer regularly. When? Tomorrow, which never comes. Today, this moment, is tomorrow of yesterday and yesterday of tomorrow. Or, tomorrow of yesterday and yesterday of tomorrow is today. Beautiful if sepent with prudence. Wastefully ugly if squandered in day-dreaming or worrying about tomorrows or yesterdays.
This philosophy is so simple and effective but we always cautiously live tomorrow and yesterday today. We never realize that this moment is your life. You may breathe only 14-18 breaths per minute if adult, 16-25 if older child, 20-30 if preschool child, and 20-40 if infant. This is the criteria. If you wish to breathe more than 18 a minute in anticipation of finishing the quota for the coming moment you will fail or start feeling exhausted soon. However, in a life of 24 hours…calculate how many breaths you breathe. 24 × 60 × 16 = 23040. Twenty three thousand and forty breaths. Now imagine a mad man who all the time worries how he will take so many breaths a day. You may laugh if you want but this is the behavior we show when we try to live in tomorrow today. That’s why I wrote A Sticth in Time…because it Saves Nine. It’s a proverb which means the batsman is unable to play well if he doesn’t live in seconds, not minutes or hours. Therefore, I have today resolved to live every moment as if it is the last or first moment of my life.
At night I went with my friend to the nearby Internet cafe for writing emails on his behalf. He doesn’t know English much. He had to send an email to Mr John in America to request Proforma Invoice. He also talked to him on the phone and was assured by Mr John that the PI was to be received immediately. And we did. I then in response to that PI wrote an email to him that it didn’t include his bank details and it only had the name Bank of America which was not sufficient to open an LC. We attached with the email a sample PI to guide that idiot how to write a Proforma Invoice in proper form. We also decided to bring some changes in the email address of the company to make sure we are not bypassed by him in future deals with the buyer in Karachi. I wrote two more emails and then came back home.
To sleep. After writing this diary. GOOD NIGHT!
