Do you ever feel like there’s not enough time in the day? I have felt like that a lot lately, but maybe its just because the world is going by much faster now. Between the ages of 8 and 15 it seemed like the world was dragging ass. I went to school, came home, and watched tv while time moved slowly and silently. I had nowhere to be and nothing to do and I think that stretched out time. I witnessed the same thing while being on the television show Survivor; time stretched out into infinity with nothing to do and no food on the table. Three weeks felt like half a year and I remember when I returned home a need to watch the news and catch up on all I had missed while I was gone.
Now I’m 25 and have bills to pay, work to attend, and places to be all the time. I am rushing around living in the moment and not enjoying it, but hoping that one day my efforts will all make sense. I think hope will keep a lot of people going, especially on things that sometimes fail miserably. Maybe I should just stick to reason and logic, but that wouldn’t be as much fun I suppose.
I wish I could slow down time by myself, but that is probably most people’s wish as well. The world has been moving so fast and shows no signs of slowing, and as time rolls on you need to have a steady supply of money and effort to accompany it. The other day I had a whole list of tasks to complete with the first being to wash the dishes. I ran across the street, bought new sponges, and upon my return found the door to my apartment locked with my keys, phone, and computer all inside. My roommate had left and locked me out in the freezing cold. I was furious at first and left a nasty note:
DEAR NICK, I TOLD YOU I WENT NEXTDOOR TO BUY SPONGES TO WASH DISHES. WHEN I CAME BACK YOU HAD LEFT AND LOCKED ME OUT. I AM OUT THERE, AND IF I FIND YOU OUT THERE I WILL KILL YOU. BE BACK ON THE HOUR TO TRY AND GET BACK IN.
I found my way down the street and luckily had a few bucks to buy breakfast at a Coney Island, and after checking back after the first hour to see it still locked I went on a walk across Ypsilanti. What once was frustration and anger slowly faded away. I had time but nothing to do, and it was good for me. It was good to slow down and enjoy having nothing on my mind and nowhere to be.
From now on I am going to make an effort to have some time to do nothing every week. Even if I am disconnected for a few hours, its worth it.