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Thursday, October 21, 2010

What Happens to Time?

When Monday morning kicking off another day's work seamlessly morphs into a Monday morning kicking off another week. And while you're trying to think about it, why not? another month flies out the window and next thing you know you're left sitting on a metaphorical curb, head cradled in your hands, wondering what you've accomplished, if anything, during that hectic October you've just leaked ever so unsuspectingly.

Or when you meet your new pediatrics resident for the night's duty and realize that his father was actually the pediatrician who followed, treated, and probably terrorized you through the better part of your childhood, 0-18 years of age. In a puff of smoke.
Such a shame how far that apple falls from the tree... but I digress...

People are always afraid of losing time. Time, time, time.
"We're late, we need to hurry!" Of course. Time is gold.
"I'm growing old, look at these wrinkles" says she, in her mid-late 20's, dripping of youth and beauty as she speeds down a wrong way road to her plastic surgeon's office, stone-coldly ignoring all pleas for a healthy and graceful maturity that's still far far away.

But why? Why should I be so preoccupied with time, when the harder I try to save it, the more acutely aware I am of my helplessness toward it? Why can't I be less attached to that Monday? or to that October, or to that year that October has ruthlessly dragged down with it for the 28th time? And why can't I look back at my great 28 years in this world and smile, instead of looking just ahead, terrified of turning 30 in 2 years?
2 years. More like 2 Mondays, 2 more weeks, 2 more Octobers; it's all the same. Maybe that's why...

Meet me back at that curb...

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What a beautiful read.

Time is always in a hurry. Let it be. I am always in awe of what life has to unravel.

You have inspired me to write a post about this. I turn 27 in more or less a week. And I relate to everything you've written here... :)
Well I turn 28 in 3 days! Glad Ur inspired, can't wait to read what you have to say about this!
Happy birthday in advance!
Oh you're a Scorpio too! Not that I believe much in the zodiac.

My sister turns 18 in 2 days. Don't I wish that was me? lol

Happy Birthday in advance too. I hope you welcome this day in the right spirit, whatever 'right' is.
well, i turn 34 next week ;((( and as odd as it may sound, i stopped counting years and stopped looking at my wrinkles a long time ago (actually i'm no longer able to SEE them). Stop counting the days and start living them instead; time flies either way and at the end it's what you have accomplished in that time, that matters the most. (god i must sound 84!!!loool). Happy Bday sweetheart, enjoy it to the max and remember that you only turn 28 once!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
as i move along the post, i have many comments, and dont i always... it seems trivial to say them by the end, bcoz you touch on much deeper issues, but here goes:
the apple did not fall far from the tree :)
the plastic surgeon is a misguided step, in a girl looking for refuge.

you're here now, 28 years later, looking to the past brings up nostalgia and a feeling of content, you're still alive aren't you? a letter from your younger self might have wanted you to be a pilot by now, president? but you're not interested in politics so i digress. but your younger self doesn't realize the obstacles you were to go through. and so what would you say to him by now, looking back to justify the future, you've learned to love and get broken hearted, you've learned to give life and take it away, you've learned to aim high and settle for less, you've come to realize that death immortalizes and life kills, and yet you're happy and this is your biggest achievement. stay happy. look back knowing you've done all what you could. look forward and bring it on.
I always make fun of my mum for rushing through things, whether it’s in the morning, for drinking her steaming hot coffee in two excruciating, but conveniently fast gulps in order to ensure a parking space at school before 7 a.m, or for having lost the ability to simply walk on Hamra Street when looking for a gift, instead of marching through the store, while making an appointment over the phone, finding a place to put out her cigarette and opening her wallet ahead of time, of course, to save some time. And I guess it makes sense. We’re all too busy either earning our degrees, building ridiculously high ambitions we seldom meet, or busting our asses off during extra shifts because we didn’t get those degrees a couple of years earlier. But in the midst of it all, it sometimes hits us; we stop on the all too busy Hamra Street, or in front of the hot cup of coffee on Monday mornings and realize how fast everything is moving. The spin is incredible, so you’d rather move along with it. And here it goes again… don’t forget to turn on the alarm.

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