As the days, weeks, months, and years past, time continues to speed up for me. And I’m 23 years old, not exactly ancient by most people’s standards. When I was younger, I hated school, hated life, and the days, weeks, months and years simply dragged on and on.
Now? Perhaps I’ve just become numb to the whole thing. Get up early, drive to work, sit at work and pretend to do work, drive home, make dinner, sleep – you get where I’m going with this. This is the life of the average American, and this is trouble.
But yet, time keeps coming on faster and faster. I feel as if I’m a slave to it. I never have enough. Not enough time to sleep, not enough time to work out as much as I’d like, not as much time as I’d like to work on my side projects, and not enough time to spend with the people who matter to me.
So why, as I age, does time keep speeding up? I think the answer is that we simply become numb to the American dream. We get so lost in the monotony of the entire situation that it simply becomes the new norm.
When I was a kid, time went slow because I hated my life. Perhaps it went slower because I was more aware of what was going on, whereas, in my adult life, my awareness has simply faded into what is essentially a corpse – a corpse being dragged along through a lifeless grind where sometimes the only light are the days of Saturday and Sunday. Saturday is never enough time to get everything I need to do done AND relax, and Sunday is never enough time because it’s spent grumbling about the Munday Blues.
Time – you have won again. But it won’t be long until you’re bowing to me.
Maybe, it’s time to lash out, to rebel. Time to be a villain.