Hi There, Good Denizen of Planet Earth!
I’ve given up on time.
When we got married, I told Becky that from now on, there’s no reason I need to keep track of time. Because of the circumstances of my childhood, I was always tracking when school breaks would come, when I would be able to get away from home for a few hours, and when I would be able to go out on my own permanently.
Of course, that sentiment, as sincere and romantic as it was, was false. There would be plenty of other events to count down to. The births of our children, the hours until I could leave work and return to my family, and the weeks until vacation rolled around.
But I’m happy to say that after 10 years of being unemployable, I have mostly given up on time (again). I do not do hourly-rate work, I set my own deadlines, and I savor the moments we have with my rapidly growing children.
For most of my life, I belonged to a religion where we were taught to long for our eternal reward.
Becky and I have strived to build a life where we enjoy eternity in each precious moment of joy we find.
If you liked this comic, you might also enjoy two earlier haiku comics where I tackled a similar theme. I’m strangely obsessed with the imagery of planting a garden on the moon or an asteroid of some kind.
Be the weird you want to see in the world!
Cheers,
Jason