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Now, completely unrelated but related in a way. I often wonder why time seemed abundant in childhood and now 2006 seems as near as last year. Though I can’t seem to remember any significant stuff from the last decade as a striking memory. No, lots of significant stuff has happened indeed, it’s not that I don’t have anything to look back on.
Time is fleeting. While I don’t seem to register it…
Is there a way to feel that comfortable with time again as in the childhood days? I think it can be done if one stops responding to each and every stimuli throughout the day and give FOMO (fear of missing out) a miss.
I have felt substantially relaxed when I don’t start the day with a nagging feeling of wasting time while the whole world is up to doing something worthwhile. When I release myself of the compulsion to be someone – say a writer, fashionista, adventurer…even ice-skater on one of the more cranky days…I feel liberated.
Then through the day, I am happy with what I do in those 24 hours. I have realised that not letting time be, coupled with the compulsion of mundane is the biggest reason of it seeming to fleet by. Yes, in letting time be if you succumb to a boring routine in office/college – you’re done for. Time will slow down to an unbearable extent.
A mixture of pursuing your passions (however flickering they may be) with doing the mundane in a different way daily takes you to a stage where you are interested in what today has in store for you, but you don’t dictate that it has to be this way only.
Pursuing…keep pursuing…with goals, newer goals when some are done. But never let them be too specific like I want to be the PM. Or CEO of some company.
Define goals with a tinge of ambiguity. Like I want to do my best in technology. (CEO stuff will follow.)And set for it with your mixture of pursuing and ‘different’ mundane. This will keep you focused enough to ignore what you may be missing out on (you are bound to be, you can’t be everywhere and have everything) and chilled enough to not expect everything in the world.
This will make you feel gratified when at the end of the day some achievement happens. It will make you savour your simple glory. (Like when I managed to master the Mickey Mouse phase after 3 days of incessant trying.) It may not be an achievement which has a standing in the world, but it will make you happy because you had slowed down time enough in your mind by eliminating the thoughts of what else could you have done that day.
This happiness in turn will lead to more slowing down of perceived time – there’s no haste,because there is no deadline and no tangible goal to achieve. Just a constant need of improving the self, which in turn may lead to you achieving things that are indeed meaningful in the world and make you ‘useful’ to the world in a way. Such that now every day you spend, has a purpose – not because you focused, but because you let time be and did not put pressure of it being meaningful.
In conclusion, in childhood (my childhood at least) there was no pressure of each day being purposeful. Hence, the memories are clearer since the mundane was not mundane but an opportunity to explore how differently can it be done. Every new thing was learned/discarded on hunch – it was a personal choice, no impending need to be an expert in every thing you discover. Later, it became a conflict between the compulsory mundane and the urge of being someone (an expert). Thus, the memories weren’t clear as the days were hazy with the thoughts bludgeoning the mind to do something useful with the time you have!
(Rambling. Not read again. Excuse if I make no sense.)