For millions of years, people lived to the rhythms of the seasons; they rose with the sun and went to bed when it went down. Then man conquered distance with the railroad, and darkness with artificial light, and the old way of living didn’t work anymore. Time was reorganized, and clocks, not the sun, came to rule our lives.
Today, instead of adjusting our habits and our schedules to accommodate the changing length of the day, we adjust the clocks twice a year. An artificial construct designed to solve a problem is actually our boss. That’s deeply weird, when you think about it.
As a retiree, I’m happy to live a hybrid life. I can’t avoid the clock altogether, but I wake up with the sun regardless of the season. I’m happy to do so.