what happened to time?
I cannot really pinpoint how long I’ve been feeling this constant pressure and on such scale (somewhere around a year or so) but I’m constantly haunted by the lack of time. I’m seriously short of time.
I don’t know if it’s a grown-up people’s problem or a happy people’s predicament (I consider my self as both very happy and recently with the new flat and stuff as a grown-up person as well) but I just don’t have the time to do half the stuff i want to do.
There’s not enough time to read, there’s not enough time to write, there is not enough time to see my friends, travel, yoga, cycle, go to the movies, cook, chill out, listen to new music, watch south park, sex, go to see some exhibition, gigs, work on some new ideas i have in my head, explore London more….and that’s just a very partial list.
I remember the times when I used to get a Sunday night (or Monday morning) blues, ya know…end of weekend, beginning of the week etc. but that’s long gone…before I get to Monday mid day it’s already Thursday evening!
I seriously see my life fleeting in such a rapid pace to the point that my birthday and x-mass (OK…Hanuka to all of my sensitive Jewish readers) come every 6 months or so… I can sometimes mess with my brain to the point of minor anxiety that the days of my God-given life are soon over..
(big thanks to The Knott for help with the clock gif)