Where is that shop?

In Auckland, the king of mavericks is the weather. Murphy’s laws apply quite well to the weather here. When you carry an umbrella, it won’t rain and if it does, your umbrella will get blown away. Thus I concluded that umbrellas aren’t worth it. So now when it rains and I am walking to the university or back home, I take the Queen Street.

Walking on Queen Street is quite an experience. You see people rush by in business suits, youngsters shrieking in groups, elderly couples holding hands trying to keep up with the surroundings, travelers with maps, women window shopping, and some just sitting on the street side benches, figuring out what to do next.

The last time I was on Queen Street, I observed people as they appraised the items on sale; watches, clothes, jewellery, electronics, souvenirs, the works. I realized, it’s possible to buy anything on this Street. There are shops selling everything under the sun, for a price of course. But for something you really want, the price doesn’t matter. Maybe I could find what I have been looking for too. There are so many things I need to buy; haven’t shopped in a while. I should do this in an organized way. I need to make a list of what I need, and find the shop that gives me the best quality at the best price. First up on my list would be the motivation and determination to focus on my thesis, despite what my mind tells me. That looks like three things; anyway I need them all. Next is something to control my greed and envy. I don’t think I could afford anything more at the moment. Oh wait! Time. That’s what I need to buy, that tops my list. If I can buy time, I can work out everything else gradually. Right. Which shop do I go? I already have a fancy watch. And there is the clock tower next to the Aotea square right opposite my office window. Every hour the gong goes off, sounding like the death knell. Time is just passing by. And so am I along with. Last I remember, I was in my teens. Before I realized, I was at graduation, then work, then attending friends’ weddings. The prime of my youth has just whizzed by and I feel like a bystander. What do I need from my life? A fancy job? A fancy house? A great partner? Travel? Been there, done that, I am not yet happy! What’s amiss?

I need to be able to control time so I can sort my stuff, and sort my life. Don’t talk to me about time management books and organizers, they don’t work, you get a few things done at the most, but your time has gone nonetheless.

Where is that shop that sells time? I am ready to put all my life savings to buy time.

Where is that shop that sells time?