Our relationship with time

Goethe wrote that it would be good for all to read a little poetry and see a beautiful painting every day of their life - so that the daily worries do not destroy the dimension of the "beautiful" that God implanted in the human soul.

I think about it for a while, I analyze these words because they offer something harmonious in the way we place our bodies in the call of life. I think again, in order for this balance to exist, we need to know where the unnecessary movement stops; the family table, for example, used to offer a pause, but the elevation of hyperactivity into an ideal nullifies any stopping and gives value to the fast and the more.

My thought is about to end - in order to be a real enjoyment of our lives, we must at first negotiate our relationship with time, balance this violent rush to reach the "ideal" that unconsciously directs us, and that always is incomplete: and it is incomplete because the closer we get to it the more it erases us. My mind goes on, it concludes: a pause does not mean to stop everything, but to comprehend that there is an exhalation for each of our inhalations. An important lesson for any swimmer who wants to explore the waters of life….

Petros Patounas, Lacanian Psychoanalyst