Why does the weekend always seem to fly by so quickly? Seems like only a minute ago, it was finally Friday…and suddenly we’re back to Sunday and Monday is less than 24 hours away. It’s funny how time is our best friend and our worst enemy. The hours seem to slip away during the best moments of our life, but put us in a six hour CPR class or a three hour seminar and the minutes move as slow as molasses. Such is life, and most of us realize this and we often embrace this whole idea of “Carpe Diem.” But even those of us who try to embrace every minute of life still experience this strange perception of time. Why are the best moments in our lives the ones that move too quickly? Are we doomed to spend the rest of our lives frantically grasping for that sweet moment of bliss, while later staring at the clock and praying that the mundane monotony of our jobs will speed the hell up?
I hate this game that time plays with our minds. We deserve more time for pleasure, more time for simple sweet moments with our friends, families, kids and pets. We need that concert to last an extra hour because it’s just that amazing, and we need the work day to be about 90 minutes shorter. We need meetings to be interrupted by playtime with our dogs, and we need the ability to go back in time and relive our best college moments.
Such is life.
i can’t spell it out for you