Today, I waited for him, old guy that he is I figured he might be late and at least hang around for a while, at least a minute. As I waited, I was brainstorming a work problem. ow, despite all of our previous encounters, I really figured he would wait if I got distracted, and I certainly got distracted. But when I emerged from this quagmire I looked up and it was 6:03 PM. Father time had not waited for me, not at all. As I have a life beyond the office, I needed to leave at 5:00, but he came and left without the slightest peep. I found this so inconsiderate, yet who was I to think that he would wait for me, of all the deserving, over-worked citizens of the planet.
I recently read an article that supported the hypothesis of temporal relativity; as we age our concept of time shortens noticeably. While this is common knowledge, it, like most lessons of adulthood, does not show its face until it has to. When you’re wondering where the summer went, or how it is already September since you can still taste the champagne from New Year’s, you’ve run into it’s sinister face.
I often allow myself the freedom to imagine what I would do with another 2-3 hours in the day, how would one fill up that time? Would I work more, blog more, exercise more, donate more, or just waste it away. The sheer impossibility of it all doesn’t require a rational answer, so for now, I’ll work with what I was given; 24/7/365.
On the grind.
