Time is a Privilege

I often consider the disparities between Americans, and one of the ways I view such disparities stems from distinctions of the working classes. Now, let me first explain that my interpretation of "working class" does not adhere to the customary, blue-collar view of a working American. Instead, I simply mean those who do whatever work they can find in order to support themselves financially. These workers may not reap the benefits of rewarding work and are often so unfortunate as to loathe their jobs.

What specifically prompted my consideration of this topic is a passage from Frank McCourt's book, Teacher Man. McCourt details his experience as a public school teacher in New York City. He recalls his interactions with the parents of children who struggled to pass his courses. Many parents, upon McCourt's urging for them to spend more time supervising homework and providing tutoring opportunities, reacted with claims of not having enough time because of the demands of their jobs. They argued that ensuring their children's success in the classroom fell solely upon McCourt as a job responsibility.

Some argue that they lack opportunities for working in their desired fields. For instance, those who aspire to act or sing may be hampered by lack of financial assistance for professional training. Many yearn for higher education opportunities but miss their chances when obligations such as work and family call. Such obligations take away precious time that can be used to cultivate passions, formulate ideas, create art, and share feelings about the human condition. Is it elitist to conclude that only those who have attended college are capable of participating in such lifestyles?

My studies of the Romantic poets--Shelley, Keats, and Byron--led me to believe these writers luxuriated in ample amounts of time to do whatever they wanted. I do not suggest that these men shirked their responsibilities as citizens, but they certainly appeared to spend their days as they pleased, observing their natural surroundings and writing nature's praises. How lucky writers such as these were to spend their days unconfined and unrestricted by mandated tasks or goals to reach financial means. How fortunate are those who spend their days unhampered by job descriptions or expectations from superiors. I am just as fortunate as I sit at my desk at work, composing this entry, free to think beyond the measures of my job.

Of course, those who have so much time that they don't know how to spend it must be careful in their choices. They should be generous and thoughtful and willing to give to the greater good of community. I have found that monetary excesses do not always contribute to charitable means. Donating time does. Time is a gift.