"Time"
Interesting concept,
strange.
Having recently embarked on my newest adventure at university, the topic of “time” has been fairly prominent. How much time you need to dedicate to your studies, how little time you are actually in lectures, how much time you spend drinking, how little some of us remember. But what really struck me, is the constant mention of how quick time passes. I mean, my gap year went so fast it almost seems as if it never happened! My childhood, at a similar pace. And these next three years of my studies, I am sure of it, will speed by as well. Adults (I think I'm also supposed to fit into that category, but I mean like proper adults; job, family, sensible...well?) constantly tell me to “make the most of it all”. Youth passes so quickly, you are twenty and then fifty thinking how did I get here. I have already experienced looking back and wondering where the past decade has gone. It is that same scenario of driving your car to a familiar place, somewhere you frequently go, and it is almost as if you are absent and your subconscious takes over, then you are there, but feeling as if you have not even set off yet!
I suppose what I am getting at is the importance of time. As cliché as it may sound, it really is precious. Time you spend alone, time you spend with friends, time you spend with enemies, time you spend with the most boring, annoying, hideous people, or even time spent at work, or writing essays, is all time towards your time on this planet, and every second must be treasured like the last.
Having recently embarked on my newest adventure at university, the topic of “time” has been fairly prominent. How much time you need to dedicate to your studies, how little time you are actually in lectures, how much time you spend drinking, how little some of us remember. But what really struck me, is the constant mention of how quick time passes. I mean, my gap year went so fast it almost seems as if it never happened! My childhood, at a similar pace. And these next three years of my studies, I am sure of it, will speed by as well. Adults (I think I'm also supposed to fit into that category, but I mean like proper adults; job, family, sensible...well?) constantly tell me to “make the most of it all”. Youth passes so quickly, you are twenty and then fifty thinking how did I get here. I have already experienced looking back and wondering where the past decade has gone. It is that same scenario of driving your car to a familiar place, somewhere you frequently go, and it is almost as if you are absent and your subconscious takes over, then you are there, but feeling as if you have not even set off yet!
I suppose what I am getting at is the importance of time. As cliché as it may sound, it really is precious. Time you spend alone, time you spend with friends, time you spend with enemies, time you spend with the most boring, annoying, hideous people, or even time spent at work, or writing essays, is all time towards your time on this planet, and every second must be treasured like the last.
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