I remember
reading way back when about how humans are the only animal that tracks the
passage of time. One philosopher talked about how time is a pair of shackles
that we place on ourselves. We have clocks on our phones, in our car radios, on
our computers, in our houses. We have calendars to constantly let us know the
day, the week, the month, the year… Don’t get me wrong. I know what that person
was trying to say.
I remember my old football coach used
to talk about how the day after school let out, he took his watch off and put
it on the dresser. During those summer months, he just said that he ate when he
was hungry, slept when he got tired, etc. He was trying to teach us not to be a
slave to time.
Granted, both of these philosophies
were conceived and established pre-Zombie Apocalypse. Now, if you look at all
of my entries, I always start my entry with Day XX. For example, today is Day
265.
I don’t see this as a negative number.
Now, granted, if ever there was a time to just let the days blur and not care
about what day of the week it is, it is now. But I don’t see this as a
negative. I feel like this is one of those signs like the one we kept up by the
time clock that said, “XX Days Since Last Accident.”
Now, we are marching towards that one
year date that we established back in the beginning of this whole thing. I
think keeping track of days and such help us maintain a certain semblance of
normalcy. I think it is good for morale and the group psyche.
But still, when you stop and think
about it, having survived 265 days of this maddening chaos is pretty damn impressive.
I am not trying to break my arm patting ourselves on the back but, when you
break it down, that is pretty cool.
So now, we are clearly on the downhill
slope. We’ve got 100 days to go. Granted, we don’t have a solid plan as far as
what we are going to do after that 365 day mark or where our “Fleet Elite”
might take us.
For now, we just have to keep living
life…
