I learnt recently that a year in your life seems shorter as you grow older because a year becomes fractionally smaller as time passes. When you're one, a year is your entire life; however when you're 23, a year is a much shorter measure.
When I looked in the mirror this morning, I had a sudden realisation of, "I look older." As if I had jumped a few years overnight. In reality, it was almost as if I hadn't truly looked at my face in such a long time that I had simply overlooked the big picture and focussed on smaller details.
I also read not too long ago that time was a 'concept invented by man' and that other animals obviously do not keep track of time, therefore they are completely free of it's restraints. We are obsessed with time. How little or how much we have of it. How we use it and what for.
"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us." - Gandalf, believe it.
What a thought, to think that we are given time. That the Time Emperor (no, not the Time Lord) gives us a set amount and we can only exist within it's parameters. Time could be interpreted as existence. It is a name and a unit of measurement given to the state of being. Time is neither controlled nor forgiving.
The funny thing about time is that whilst we pause in our own lives to complain about how we don't have enough minutes or hours or days or years, they're passing us by.
When I looked in the mirror this morning, I had a sudden realisation of, "I look older." As if I had jumped a few years overnight. In reality, it was almost as if I hadn't truly looked at my face in such a long time that I had simply overlooked the big picture and focussed on smaller details.
I also read not too long ago that time was a 'concept invented by man' and that other animals obviously do not keep track of time, therefore they are completely free of it's restraints. We are obsessed with time. How little or how much we have of it. How we use it and what for.
"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us." - Gandalf, believe it.
What a thought, to think that we are given time. That the Time Emperor (no, not the Time Lord) gives us a set amount and we can only exist within it's parameters. Time could be interpreted as existence. It is a name and a unit of measurement given to the state of being. Time is neither controlled nor forgiving.
The funny thing about time is that whilst we pause in our own lives to complain about how we don't have enough minutes or hours or days or years, they're passing us by.
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