Yesterday I received an email from my alma mater asking me to fill out a survey regarding my existence post-graduation. My shock didn’t come from realizing I haven’t really found a job I loved, but the part that read -“since your graduation six months ago…”- what?! Time is so inconspicuous, I wonder if my body has kept up with the fact that I am now (or at least, I should be) almost 23 years old.
I remember growing up doing my homework at the kitchen table, listening to my mom reminding me of how many more years of schooling I had ahead of me, which at that time a decade seemed like a lifetime. Gaining consciousness of what my life has been and could be has been a slow but steady journey, no different than most, but definitely a revelation. Adulthood is nothing more than the realization of time and experiences, which we have less and more of respectively.
The best part of life is not only actually doing different things- translating into more experiences hence memories- but paying attention to what those moments give us. After all, memories are just images of the past, what stays in the perpetual present are the lessons we take from them. Lessons in life come disguised as mistakes, risks, fears, everything. Life is a lesson; each one of us is a walking and breathing lesson.
I have been running- literally and figuratively- around non-stop for more than 20 years now, and it’s until now that I have the privilege of stopping to look at that clock and experience the hands moving. Because one does not look at life like a student looks up at the clock in the wall of a boring class. Most of the oldest peeps complain about how fast time goes. Hell, have you ever heard the saying “in a blink of an eye”?
That’s because we live in a fast, screen-lit world where being slow is a hassle more than a virtue. I am praising the time where one can read, literally do nothing, experience the silence and noise of the surroundings, and more importantly, analyze these kinds of things. I know I will jump into the rapids and paddle my way through life like everyone else has and will do, but for now I seek to watch the way the river goes from the privileged rock that my family has supported me in. I am not scared of the cold water, or the speed of the river that life is, but I am scared of not being able to ever stop to enjoy the panorama.
So for those frustrated at the fact that time is running out, time is always running. However, it’s up to you to slow it down by looking up, back, left, and right. Feel it all. See it all. Seek it all. Pay attention to what stays with you through time. That’s the beauty of this timeless life.