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Or time will waste you

There is simply never enough time, it seems. Not to shave. Not to get gas. Not to go to the gym. Not to take a check to the bank. Not to go to the store to buy food. Not to update my largely unread web blog.

Where, oh where, does the time go?Oh right. That job thing. Damn it. My coworkers (which, in this job and the last continue to be older than me), stress how young I am. How much I have to look forward to. How much I have yet to do.

And yet, it appears that even I, a single white employed male, have no time to enjoy what everybody wishes I was enjoying. Full-time employment, it seems, is not merely a contract between you and your employer. It is the narrowing of your life, or what you'd like your life to be, to nights and weekends.

My father a while ago told me that his perspective on time has changed over the years. He told me he remembers years being longer, or at least perceptually so. He contributed it to the fact that each year we live is 1/n years of our life, which each passing year being a smaller fraction of your total lifespan. While, realistically, a year will be a year (except for leap years, and whenever leap seconds come into play), it is our perception of that year that changes, and in turn, changes our behavior. I have things that I want to accomplish.

Though they are not many, my worry is that my perception of passing time leads me to the false notion that, being young, I have a lot of time to do the things I want to accomplish. I can hope that this is not the case: that I will be proactive in whatever I want to do in life. But for every thing that remains unsought, I can't help but wonder if I'm being fooled.