Time: A Linear Maiden

It’s funny how time works sometimes. When you're a kid, it's like the slowest thing in the world, and then suddenly you're 24 and trying to find a job after moving back to your hometown. I read somewhere that time is slower when we are younger because there’s less to experience, but the older you get, the more experience you collect, and time starts going faster and faster. 

Forgive me; I’m about to go cliché on you. But growing up, every adult told me that these are the best times, and you’ll look back and wish to go back. And like every teenager in the world who thinks they know everything, I brushed it off ass nonsense. How can this be the best? Exams, puberty, hormones, grades, popularity, and so much more. My life revolved around these topics, and it almost drowned me.

Then I graduated, went and got a couple of degrees, and got some work experience. Money, food, bills, deadlines, and jobs replaced what now seemed like trivial matters. I’d trade the former for the latter in a heartbeat. 

The main difference is responsibility. As a functioning adult, I’m responsible for myself, as is the natural way of things. Back then, I wasn't; I had wiggle room to mess around, which would be a blessing right about now.

Unfortunately, time is a linear maiden. There’s no way but forward, so that's all I’m left with. Life is very paradoxical because it's short and long at the same time. And while these 'responsibilities' will weigh me down, that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy life at the same time. 

A beautiful thing that comes with adulthood is independence. The freedom to have adventures, to love, to lose, and to escape. When I’m on my deathbed, those are what will keep me company and that's when I’ll find money, food, bills, deadlines, and jobs as trivial pursuits.

I guess it's time to start living