1:36 am
When I watch movies, I try my best to remind myself not to look at the remaining time. It gives me an added freedom to watch the movie without worrying when it will end, or how much time I have left.
It gives me the freedom to hope for a better ending.
It makes me lose track of time.
In my world where time is of the essence, I'd be willing to take a tricycle ride even at short distances. I'd be willing to indulge in microsleep whenever I can, believe me. And as much as I don't want to, I have to pass up on some of the things I would've done otherwise if I just had the time.
The mystery of time has always amused me. How now can become a thing of the past in the blink of an eye, how the past always gets farther away, and how the near future accelerates at such speed. I never really gave much thought about time when I was a kid. Now, I question myself where all the time that passed went. Is there a huge time-collecting bin that stores used up time? Or is time much like a memory, possibly dissipating in thin air once consumed?
We live by the time; classes start at 7:00am, not 7:01, nor 6:59. We couldn't cheat time, because at the end of the day, we just lived a total of 24 hours. That doesn't change. I had often wished for an extra hour everyday, and asked people if they would also want to do the same.
Time is gold, my friends used to tell. My father gave a different but similar maxim. Time is money. He always used to lecture this to us when we were kids. He was Japanese, and he cannot be a minute late during meetings. He wasn't often with us, and that literally, for us, meant money for the family. As I am sitting here, I had told myself that time is of ultimate importance. Give me something you couldn't do without spending time. Nothing. Just nothing. Nothing more, nothing less.
