What I Would Do If Time Stopped…
I always wanted to grow up… I have always been in a rush… I have never been satisfied with just “where I am” … until now.
All of the parts in my life that I have wanted to just “get through”, whether it was a meeting, a teenage year, or a class in school, never seemed to move all that quick. The clock would strike each minute in slow motion; my legs would squirm, my brain would wander — I was stuck.
I thought that if time moved faster, I could get onto my next “task” quicker. I would be able to get through this “not so great” part of life and move on to the part that I was excited for… the part that I thought better.
Now, as I am a month into my twenty first year alive, I am not nearly as interested in time moving fast. If anything, I beg for the clock to slow down… I wish more than anything to savor every minute, every second, that I can.
I could attribute this shift to a couple of things: I finally feel alive, I finally see parts of life as more than just a series of “tasks”, I finally accept love and relationships as something that is important and valuable and wonderful. I finally see that there is so much more to life…
Yet such little time.
