Some days, and many more nights, it strikes me odd how we humans make arbitrary divisions of time. We as a species compartmentalize time into a plethora of units that have no bearing upon anything but how we perceive time and level set our goals.
This has no bearing upon the greater reality but seems essential the working of the human mind.
A more fluid and/or holistic view of time actually seems detrimental to our happiness and sanity. Without these goal points in time that we’ve created we seem to descend into depression, frustration, and madness in fairly short order.
This strikes me as both odd and counter-survival oriented. It does seem to be the way we’re built though.