The older I get, the faster time seems to go by.
That’s not a new thought, but it’s becoming a new truth each day.
This morning, I woke up, and I thought it was on time. It’s when I always wake up. But somehow, there wasn’t enough time. I had things I wanted to get done, but I got pre-occupied with other things. Things that shouldn’t take long, but do.
That’s on a task level, but on a life level, it’s even more dramatic.
I remember waiting for all of my friends to come over to our house on my 9th birthday. Everyone was supposed to arrive at 5p. That day felt like the longest day of my life. There was nothing I could do to make the time pass by. Waiting those 10 hours seemed to last forever, and my excitement only slowed every second.
Now, a 10 hour day goes by without me even realizing it. Half of the time time, I can barely remember what I did to occupy all of it. Work days run together, separated by clips of time known as weekends, which string together as months and ultimately years. Add those up and it’s been a lifetime, and once I get to that point, it’s easy to look back and ask, “What have I done with this time?” And it’s even harder to justify if I’ve used it well.
-Cliff
Cliff’s Note: Reflect on time to use it better.