The priced versus the priceless

Abstract

What does it say about a person if they wish for the end of the week? If the Buddha taught that we should be aware of exactly where we are in this very moment; what does it say that during a work day or week, all we want is for the end to come? For 5:00 PM or Friday to arrive? When you start each day plotting where you are in the week, how many days till Friday, till the weekend, till time off-then in fact you are rushing the grave toward you, wishing that your life passed quicker before your eyes, wishing the whole thing were over. But what if all that sour momentum builds up, what sort of effect does it have on your psyche? Is it psychic energy being put into wishing the day were over, wishing the week would end? Isn't this a kind of slow-motion suicide? Maybe our bodies and their multiple denizens-ribosomes, bacteria, viruses-are just answering our call? (Hey you! Ya, you up there.