Monday was my birthday. I turned 25 years old and it was quite the day.
Okay, as the day approached I actually felt a small tug of impending doom. I was afraid that I hadn’t accomplished anything yet… even though I had.
But then what does age have to do with anything? Age is a reflection of time, and time is a concept that seems a little bit fishy to me. What the hell is time? Time is gone before you even have a second to think about it. Because by the time you think “second,” that second is in the past, and now you’re no longer being present, because you’re thinking about the second that is now twenty-three words behind you. And yes, I counted.
Be present… but how can you be present if you believe in time.
What’s time?
For me, time happens in 15 minute intervals. If I’m going to leave my house, and it’s 7:39AM, I still have 6 minutes before I absolutely have to go. I can’t arrive at work at 9:22am. That’s not a real thing. It’s either 9:30am, or 9:15am. There’s no inbetween. There’s no 9:22am. All that extra time is dead. It doesn’t exist.
Why is Wednesday hump day? And why, on the 16th, do people start talking about how close it is to the end of the month… when we’re not close at all?
Why, when it’s beautiful out, do I run into a person in the elevator who tells me “yeah, but it’s supposed to rain tomorrow.” I’ve heard that sort of justification a lot. But not when it’s raining. When it’s raining, it’s just raining. And it’ll probably rain tomorrow too. Why is it always raining? Why is it never sunny?
Why is the weekend over on Sunday if you’re dreading Monday? And HOW can an ENTIRE DAY suck? Why would you ever want to live a life where 52 days a year and (if you work for 30 years) 1,560 days over an entire career suck…That’s 4 1/4 years! And if Tuesday sucks just as much as Monday, then that 8 1/2 years of suck. And if on Sunday, you’re dreading Monday… well. I feel like this weird math equation could get a little dreary.
At least the week goes by quicker after Thursday… why is that?
Oh! And this is another thing that I’m wondering. If Monday’s sucked when you worked, do they still suck after you’re retired?
We complain about life moving so fast, but it seems to me that we like it that way. Is it possible to reach your 25 birthday and say “Wow! I’m 25 and I’ve accomplished EVERY SINGLE THING that I’ve EVER wanted to accomplish by this point in time?” Does such a person exist?
AND WHAT THE HELL IS TIME? I’m still alive. So I’m going to keep living. Even on Mondays. Even when it’s 9:22am. Even when I’m in the middle of a workout that just won’t end. Or when I’m stalled in a broken bus.
Because on May 25th, I watched the clock turn to 12:00am, and I didn’t feel any different. Time is a man made concept. It doesn’t mean anything. Unless you want it to mean something, I guess.
I mean clearly I’m older than I was in the below pic. Whatever. I’m feeling deep today.
