Well the break came and went. At times it felt like time was moving incredibly slowly, yet in hindsight it seems like I was barely on break at all.
Funny thing about time is that if I don't do anything, it creeps along slowly. Then after I am done doing nothing, it seems like the time flew by. I suppose it is because when I do nothing there is really not too much to remember. Yet the whole idea gets even more confusing when my schedule is packed. The times where I am constantly moving and busy, time seems to fly by. In hindsight the time seems to have passed just as quickly as when I do nothing. Confusing is an understatement.
Time (at least to me) is a damned if you do, damned if you don't situation. If I pack my day with content, errands, routines and jobs, I will experience the same result (as far as memory is concerned) as I would if I were to do nothing. No matter what, the time will seem to have flown by, and I will eventually forget much of what I did. But I will probably remember that Michael Jordan averaged 37 points-per-game during the 1986-1987 NBA season. Time and memory are crazy mofos, and they seem to work together just to confuse me.
Is there a point to this post? Maybe not, but if you took the time to read it then you will no doubt forget you read it, and the time it took to read it will become a distant memory. But wouldn't it be awesome if the only thing you remembered was Jordans 37 ppg average for the 86-87 NBA season?
I would like to state that this is completely my uninformed opinion. I have never read any books on time and don't understand it that well.