Wilder
never attempts to answer her question of “What became of the time
we saved.” In the short columns she penned, she chose not to go
into many details; but she was also raising a rhetorical question, I
believe. She knew well why we become so rushed, despite our fast cars
and speedy machines, and I'm sure she could have waxed eloquently on
about the paradox.
So
let me hazard a guess about the cause, based on my experiences these
last three decades in a rural setting. Shortly after we began our
life out here, I found it fascinating (but at times unpleasant) that
homestead tasks required so many hours each day. Some of that work
was menial and slow... even boring. I often wondered about getting a
machine to help me do things faster. But by and large I resisted that
urge, because I also found myself able to pause frequently while
laboring at some task and “take the time” to watch a bird or
ponder a thought for a while. Having to spend so much time laboring,
I was also free to slow down and engage with life.
What
we seem to lose, when we acquire labor-saving, time-saving machines,
is time to slow down and think; to pay attention to our world. It's
such a lure to turn around and invest the time we save in acquiring a
technological convenience by simply taking on another duty—making
our life more complex. We live in a culture that values accomplishing
and acquiring things; and in America we pretty much have the economic
wherewithal to pursue them.
We
all want to be happy. Our culture teaches us that getting things is
the path to happiness. This process has become so ingrained in our
society that we are hardly able to see the contradiction: the more we
pursue things, the less happy we are; the more we acquire
“time-saving” devices, the less time we have. Laura Ingalls
Wilder eloquently described the conundrum.
Many
sages and philosophers of the past have tried to point out the trap
we fall into, when we invest so much energy into grasping for more.
We humans have a problem reigning in our desires; to the point that
our desires often control us. We tell ourselves that having just a
little more (money, time...) will be so satisfying that we'll finally
and truly be happy. We tell ourselves that buying this computer or
smart phone will allow us to accomplish our online tasks more quickly
and open up a little leisure time—when we just add to the number of
online things we do and feel even more rushed. Email promises the
ability to communicate with friends far faster than snail mail ever
allowed—only to allow us to lengthen our list of “friends” we
try to keep track of. And now we can text much faster than email!
I
find it fascinating to read the words of a writer 100 years ago who
described the same dilemma, when her slow-moving horse was turned out
to pasture, in favor of the speedy motor car. Rushing to her meeting
in her new auto, Laura Ingalls Wilder was able to pause (later) long
enough to ask, “What became of the time the motor car saved us? Why
was everyone late and in a hurry?” Those questions remain relevant,
a century later. Is this progress?
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