Waking up, I sometimes have the weirdest of thoughts. Today, I was thinking about the awkward situation my parents must be in. They've had two babies and now we're both officially adults. Those little kids went from fragile babies to fully grown people in an instant!
I remember that time felt a lot slower when I was little and somebody once told me that time will seem to go by faster each year. So by the time I'm at my parents' age, a year won't feel like a lot anymore. I remember that I used to think that a year is an almost endless period of time. Lately, it feels like the year has barely begun and then it's already halfway over! A day that used to have a lot of room for all kinds of activities feels like a very limited bundle of hours now. Thinking about this from my parents' perspective, my brother and I must have grown up ridiculously fast. One moment, we've been tiny little creatures that didn't really know what they were doing, and then the next moment we've gone to school and graduated. And while we were away each day for several hours, we've grown up just a little more every day, unnoticed.
As a child, time felt like an infinite resource to me. I just did what came to my mind when I was home from school and helped my parents here and there. Later, I started thinking about time as a precious treasure and thought about what would be best done with my time. I've spent so many hours thinking about what I might want to do that I often went to bed, having done nothing that day at all. While it might be a good thing to collect ideas and decide what to do, it clearly is not helpful to spend all the time available on finding the very best thing to do right now. I've learned that the hard way, yet I still catch myself doing exactly that over and over again.
Actually, while I'm writing this, I'm thinking about what I might do with the rest of my day. Yet, I'm doing something while thinking which isn't completely useless, so this is not time wasted, right?