As you may have read in the storyblog (look right), time is relative. Relative to the point where you start counting from, relative to the units you use. Relative even to our own senses.
We sense time is going faster when we enjoy having it, we sense time is slow when we want a period of time to end as soon as possible. For us, in a matter of minutes an hour can pass and vice versa.
Tempora mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis. Times change and we change with the times. We grow old, and die. We get injured, and die. We live, we learn, and die. It’s all a matter of time.
Kris Allen sang that every day we have a chance to live our lives to the fullest or to ‘throw it all away’. RENT claimed that a year of our lives is extremely significant and should be counted in some way. People consider funerals as times of reflection, of looking back. The Centauri had weddings for that. It is said that moments before death our lives flash before our eyes.
It is up to us what we see. We can change our lives for the better or for the worse. But in the end, we still die.
Time is overrated. It isn’t as important as people make it sound. So stop living in units of time and do something for a change.
I’m glad I’m not in China.[1]
“Well, with everyone now on the same side, perhaps you’re planning to invade yourselves for a change. I find the idea curiously appealing. Once you’ve finished killing each other, we can plow under all the buildings and plant rows of flowers that spell out the words, “Too annoying to live” in letters big enough to be seen from space.”
And remember, act as I say, not as I do.
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