Time is tricky; sometimes, two weeks can feel like two seconds, other times, one week can seem like one year. It's funny how you can be in a pretty set routine for a long while, a few months even, and then you go a few days doing something different and then that becomes the norm. What felt so natural a couple of weeks ago now seems completely alien to me. How can someone go months living a certain way and then just a week later be doing something different? Perhaps it's because this is how it was initially? Is that why it was a little easy to adapt to the changes?
Ayiyi, this is why I'm no good at Philosophy and the like: too many theoretical stuff, not enough practical. Too many questions, not enough answers. Too many intangibilities, not enough concrete.
I love my calendar for the very physicality of it. My life is laid out for me in thirty (or 31 or 28 and sometimes 29!), tiny boxes and I can see where I'm going tomorrow and I can see where I was yesterday. I can see the evidence that time has indeed not skipped a beat and I haven't lost one or two weeks without my knowledge. I can see that there's no way I will be propelled months into the future without my permission.
I can also see that this week will be one heck of a week, as will the next, and then again the next. So you see, there's really no way I can miss out on anything.
tick tock.
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