Time flies while we sit around idly thinking about it. Time is life, and although it provides us with a blank canvas to start our journey from, it is also active, and is constantly on the move. It can be the harshest truth, and it serves as a constant reminder of our impermanence as human beings living on this material planet, faced with an endless number of possibilities and sources for inspiration yet with a limited body, and a limited lifetime filled with all kinds of complications and hurdles to overcome while we’re here. See, in the same way that time means life, it also means death. As we grow older and hopefully wiser, as we find our fondest memories beginning to fade, little details becoming blurry here and there, we start to panic and wonder why we haven’t reached our goals, or why we haven’t turned our dreams into reality yet. We wonder where the time went, and why things didn’t go quite like we had planned. We should have had this all figured out by now! People joke about having midlife crises or even quarter-life crises, but the fact is that life is a constant crisis, of meaning, of identity, and that’s okay in a way, because that’s what keeps us going. As we grow older, we question the purpose of our existence, and whether or not there is any purpose to it at all, apart from the subjective purpose we assign it. Was everything we ever believed in nothing more than an illusion? Are all of our thoughts no more results of our programming, and are we ourselves little more than products of our environment, of our family and community? Is the whole notion of a life purpose simply a comforting human invention we’ve come up with in order to feel special, in order to have a reason to get up in the morning, to provide some security in the face of the vast unknown we know we are forever destined to face? What were once amazing dreams of what we wished to accomplish have turned into fantasies we can’t help but drift into, unlived lives that constantly remind us of our dissatisfaction with our current reality. Such is the sad predicament of a person who is stuck in the past, and it seems to be the case for most of us to some degree. We often feel like a passenger who has missed an important flight, like we missed the opportunity of a lifetime. We think that if we had only done that thing, that thing we were too scared to do back then, or if we hadn’t done that one thing that got us into trouble, or if we hadn’t gotten involved with that one person, or if we had only taken that chance that one time, then everything would have turned out much better for us. We feel as if life has moved too fast for our pace, and left us behind in the process, without enough time or opportunity to fulfill our creative passions and projects. The fact is that we cannot blame life for our inability to make the best use of our time, and the longer we dwell on what we’ve potentially missed in the past, the more we miss in the present, because as we all know, time never stops. The only way to truly learn from our past mistakes when it comes to time, is to start living life to the fullest today, and to come to terms with time and to aim to master it.
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