Okay I’ll admit, I’m obsessed. I’m obsessed with time. I can’t stop thinking about it. When exactly did we go from ‘’You have all the time in the world’’ to ‘’You haven’t done that yet? How old are you?’’ All said with the head slightly tilted to the right and the brows in a frown. Then we’re told when we’re twenty-something we should enjoy this time because life only gets more complicated from here. Right now we’re supposed to be in the prime of our lives, living it up with minimal responsibilities. Yet the question ‘’You haven’t done that yet?’’ implies differently. So how are we supposed to handle time?
What is it with us and time? We either don’t have it, have too much or don’t know where it’s gone. Then there is the ever haunting question of whether we are filling our time usefully, purposefully and wisely. That is one I’m starting to give up on, because really when are we supposed to know? The best answer to that has come from my grandmother saying to do everything now while I can because the things I don’t do I’ll regret when and if I get to be her age. So having taken one wonder of the table it leaves me with 10 million others. As always..
The most important one being; Why do we stop and think about time in moments when we are at risk of losing it? I can’t help but wonder whether it could be that in that moment we feel time. Ever had that happen to you? That you feel time? Not in a way of ‘’Ooops it’s already 9:00 PM’’ but more in looking back and looking forward and comparing those two with the present. Why is it that when we are at risk of losing our time we seem to perfectly know what it is that we want to do with it? More importantly, when given our time back why is it that we don’t hold on to that feeling?
Time has a wonderful way to show us what really matters.-Margaret Peters.
You know, that feeling that propels you into action because you know every minute counts. Doesn’t every minute of every day always count? Isn’t the clock always counting down? That aside, what baffles me the most is that we know. You know, I know, we know. We are perfectly aware that our countdown has started the minute we were born. Yet we only bring this up in really rare, special, perhaps even dangerous occasions or when at absolute certainty that our time is about to run out. I can’t help but wonder why does this oh-so important concept get pushed to the side all the time?
I’d say time will tell but really who’s to say? Am I wrong to assume that the feeling we forget about represents life at its finest.. I can’t help but wonder. Also will I always be obsessed with time?