Time goes by at the same speed each day. Despite the idea or notion that it goes by faster as we get older. Here is one idea that is floating around, as to how this idea that time goes by faster with each passing decade…
As a child there is only a few years worth of life experience to look back on. Only natural to be looking ahead. Looking ahead to a blank canvas. For some that blank canvas can be rather overwhelming. It seems so far away. I think due to the fact the there is no actual scale to measure the time line with.
As life progress’s we start to pick up a variety of paints so to speak. To start coloring the canvas if you will. Like the canvas as our memory banks begin to fill up with pictures, or experiences if you will. We start to be able to look back. Looking back at say the age of fifteen you have some foundations already put down. And yet still have what appears to be a vast ocean of time to navigate. Much like today. The difference is as we grow older we have a larger tool (tool meaning more of a history to look back on) to measure the distance with. We start thinking my it has gone by so fast.
Myself at 15 years had already began to understand the concept that this thing called time, can zip right by you if not paying attention. Nothing out of the ordinary. I suppose that as children looking forward it is a perfectly natural mode to be in.
Of course as each decade passes by there is more experience that can be looked at and the closer one is getting to the end. Maybe that is why some impatience or frustration about the idea that time seems to have sped up. Has it? Well of course not. But as we approach what seems to be an end we tend to think we are running out of time. It is a logical conclusion.
How many remember how time seems to stand still as a young child? In m case the gift or curse depending on ones point of view, is I have a strange ability for recall. ( Certainly would have been beneficial in the structure of school, that is another subject all together.) I remember the notion of having to be in one place doing nothing for a hour seemed an eternity. Now days a hour is simply not enough time for many of the mundane tasks. It whisks by. Whisks mind you, as I think of other things that are coming up. Mixed with the blurred pools of memory… As dishes rattle in the sink. I hear my childhood echoes of parental bickering. Whilst thinking of that letter I need to get into the post office before they close. All the while missing the actual moment of the simplicity of cleaning the dishes that nurtured. All of that being said what happened. I missed it, I was to distracted in yesterday and the possible tomorrow possible meaning one never actually knows when the end is there. Well in most cases one never actually knows exactly when.
Think of this for a moment… As a child the really fun stuff went by too fast, and now that I have aged and been lucky enough to continue aging. It is seemingly going by fast because it so much Zippity Do Dah fun? One could surmise that I suppose. Or perhaps it is based on an overwhelming feeling of wanting to do everything before the opportunity is taken away?
The longer we continue the more paints we add to the canvas. The more the canvas is filling up. Turpentine may remove paint but it will not remove the brush stroke that took place however many years before. The brush stroke still happened , it is only the hue of the paint that was removed.
In other words no such thing as a clean slate. The impact we make is there like it or not. In other words the pressure on the canvass still happened. The abrasion against the canvass is there, then to have the hue removed also removes some of the canvass. If our life is a canvass, some of life was wiped away as well. No matter how one may try to minimize that fact.
Who has not had a moment, or many moments where they wanted to have a clean slate to work with? That being asked I recall a time when I got new opportunity presented. It appeared to be a clean slate. Alas just like time moving fast or slow it was an illusion. The illusion was erased as the prior impacts I had made were presented to me in a variety of ways.
Not letting those prior acts dictate the direction I had chosen at a turning point that was the key. Time was certainly moving along and I had decided to start noticing the moment. As opposed to being bogged down by some past recollections/ actions. Or how about a past lesson?
A lesson something to refer to when looking ahead or simply dealing inside the moment. Something to refer to as the new steps of each new day was right in front of me. As for worry about the future… Not nearly as big of an issue these days. It (the future) shows up with each passing second. No stopping it. Better to acknowledge it for what it is when it is right there, like right now. It happens no sooner nor later then it ever did.
What is it I, or you are doing right now? That is an important thing to ponder, we already know that before has an impact on now. Most likely it will later on. How significant is yet to be discovered.
Are the brush strokes broad and messy, or are they precise and to the point? The general broad strokes of yesterday have been cleaned up in some sense, as in writing one needs to be thoughtful in their words just like painting your picture, be careful in your choices. Less turpentine will be needed later. As mentioned above the turpentine will also have an effect that could weaken the canvas.
Time is moving at one second at a time. No faster no slower it just keeps on moving along. Or is it that time has stood still and it is… We that have been moving along?
Time moves slowly when always looking ahead, and ignoring the moment. It moves just as slowly when always looking back. An old saying, old meaning I heard it years ago…
“If you got one foot in yesterday, and one foot in tomorrow. You are pissing all over today.” Now how fast is time moving for you?
I hope that this causes questions or at the very least a smile. None the less it has been a notion that crossed my mind repeatedly and I thought worthy of sharing.
Chris…
©2011
All rights reserved
Chris J Hutchins
Dog Hair Productions
As a child there is only a few years worth of life experience to look back on. Only natural to be looking ahead. Looking ahead to a blank canvas. For some that blank canvas can be rather overwhelming. It seems so far away. I think due to the fact the there is no actual scale to measure the time line with.
As life progress’s we start to pick up a variety of paints so to speak. To start coloring the canvas if you will. Like the canvas as our memory banks begin to fill up with pictures, or experiences if you will. We start to be able to look back. Looking back at say the age of fifteen you have some foundations already put down. And yet still have what appears to be a vast ocean of time to navigate. Much like today. The difference is as we grow older we have a larger tool (tool meaning more of a history to look back on) to measure the distance with. We start thinking my it has gone by so fast.
Myself at 15 years had already began to understand the concept that this thing called time, can zip right by you if not paying attention. Nothing out of the ordinary. I suppose that as children looking forward it is a perfectly natural mode to be in.
Of course as each decade passes by there is more experience that can be looked at and the closer one is getting to the end. Maybe that is why some impatience or frustration about the idea that time seems to have sped up. Has it? Well of course not. But as we approach what seems to be an end we tend to think we are running out of time. It is a logical conclusion.
How many remember how time seems to stand still as a young child? In m case the gift or curse depending on ones point of view, is I have a strange ability for recall. ( Certainly would have been beneficial in the structure of school, that is another subject all together.) I remember the notion of having to be in one place doing nothing for a hour seemed an eternity. Now days a hour is simply not enough time for many of the mundane tasks. It whisks by. Whisks mind you, as I think of other things that are coming up. Mixed with the blurred pools of memory… As dishes rattle in the sink. I hear my childhood echoes of parental bickering. Whilst thinking of that letter I need to get into the post office before they close. All the while missing the actual moment of the simplicity of cleaning the dishes that nurtured. All of that being said what happened. I missed it, I was to distracted in yesterday and the possible tomorrow possible meaning one never actually knows when the end is there. Well in most cases one never actually knows exactly when.
Think of this for a moment… As a child the really fun stuff went by too fast, and now that I have aged and been lucky enough to continue aging. It is seemingly going by fast because it so much Zippity Do Dah fun? One could surmise that I suppose. Or perhaps it is based on an overwhelming feeling of wanting to do everything before the opportunity is taken away?
The longer we continue the more paints we add to the canvas. The more the canvas is filling up. Turpentine may remove paint but it will not remove the brush stroke that took place however many years before. The brush stroke still happened , it is only the hue of the paint that was removed.
In other words no such thing as a clean slate. The impact we make is there like it or not. In other words the pressure on the canvass still happened. The abrasion against the canvass is there, then to have the hue removed also removes some of the canvass. If our life is a canvass, some of life was wiped away as well. No matter how one may try to minimize that fact.
Who has not had a moment, or many moments where they wanted to have a clean slate to work with? That being asked I recall a time when I got new opportunity presented. It appeared to be a clean slate. Alas just like time moving fast or slow it was an illusion. The illusion was erased as the prior impacts I had made were presented to me in a variety of ways.
Not letting those prior acts dictate the direction I had chosen at a turning point that was the key. Time was certainly moving along and I had decided to start noticing the moment. As opposed to being bogged down by some past recollections/ actions. Or how about a past lesson?
A lesson something to refer to when looking ahead or simply dealing inside the moment. Something to refer to as the new steps of each new day was right in front of me. As for worry about the future… Not nearly as big of an issue these days. It (the future) shows up with each passing second. No stopping it. Better to acknowledge it for what it is when it is right there, like right now. It happens no sooner nor later then it ever did.
What is it I, or you are doing right now? That is an important thing to ponder, we already know that before has an impact on now. Most likely it will later on. How significant is yet to be discovered.
Are the brush strokes broad and messy, or are they precise and to the point? The general broad strokes of yesterday have been cleaned up in some sense, as in writing one needs to be thoughtful in their words just like painting your picture, be careful in your choices. Less turpentine will be needed later. As mentioned above the turpentine will also have an effect that could weaken the canvas.
Time is moving at one second at a time. No faster no slower it just keeps on moving along. Or is it that time has stood still and it is… We that have been moving along?
Time moves slowly when always looking ahead, and ignoring the moment. It moves just as slowly when always looking back. An old saying, old meaning I heard it years ago…
“If you got one foot in yesterday, and one foot in tomorrow. You are pissing all over today.” Now how fast is time moving for you?
I hope that this causes questions or at the very least a smile. None the less it has been a notion that crossed my mind repeatedly and I thought worthy of sharing.
Chris…
©2011
All rights reserved
Chris J Hutchins
Dog Hair Productions
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