Don’t think about seconds down: why time passes faster over the years and how not to waste it
'18.12.2019'
Money changers. Money changers. Around some money changers
They change the time to a series of sensations,
Though smart you, even stupid, even new, even experienced
Seconds stamp us, they’ll break out and ... burn out ...
The topic seems to be not new, but it's not in vain that they say that repetition is a mother ...
So.
It turned out that at birth each of us is credited to the depositary account with a certain, limited amount of time: seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years. And this is good. How many donated, we do not know. This is also good, because to live, knowing when the last minute expires, is nervous and painful. This account works in one direction: in ours. We have very limited rights, since we can only withdraw from the account a second per second. No more no less. Administrative rights were not given to us. Therefore, neither we can add time, nor stop the issuance of seconds (pause).
Well, so what? And the fact that we somehow do not really think about it, at least the first fifty years. And then there, in the search results, something breaks - and you really feel that every second they give out two, then three, then five, and after Monday, Friday comes instantly. Then, after fifty, immediately fifty-five, and also immediately - sixty. And gradually comes the realization that you didn’t understand anything before and wasted your main resource like a complete sheep (in the case of women, probably a steering wheel ...). Stupid, that is.
On the subject: Where do your forces go and is it worth it to spend on fighting yourself
And suddenly a cruel reality comes: you were deceived, in the sense that they did not explain it in time. You've been thinking all these years, the main thing is what? Family, women, children, position, career, money, car make, places where you go to rest, diet, knowledge of who your ancestors were a thousand years ago, fashion for everything, partying drunks, clothes beautiful or comfortable ... and etc.
And then suddenly an icy shower falls on you and painfully hits the dark side of the understanding that this is all nonsense, illusion, deceit, the mockery of the creator who looked at the footage of your life skipping along and grinned in his mustache, anticipating the moment when you suddenly understand ...
And I get it. I realized that the vast majority of the time was irretrievably withdrawn and spent on the most complete nonsense, which someone would call life and gaining experience. But experience, if acquired for the future, should be adequately used, right? And I am already beginning to guess that I probably should not use it.
It is now clear to me that I didn't need to go to that school, and I went to the army in vain, and I had to leave the country much earlier, and go in the wrong direction. And the wrong thing to teach, and the wrong one to prepare. The horror is inspired by the thought of how many people, important, valuable, passed by unnoticed, and how many I noticed - and they were not the same. They didn't teach me anything, and, apparently, they didn't learn anything from me. And the women, how many there were, were not of those. And those I, most likely, missed, that is, I passed by without paying enough attention. And from them I could learn something important, and in exchange I would probably transfer something useful to them.
And talk about nothing, how many thousands of hours were it killed? And disputes about crap, bullshit, nonsense, politics, the best religion, weather, the history of war or even the history of other people with their problems and hardships. What for? Why did we do all this and who needs our accumulated experience now? To children? Not sure? Grandchildren, too, not really, well, maybe just a little bit. They may be curious how the old bag, which does not know how to use the phone correctly and does not play computer games, is arranged. Well? And then where?
And it seemed to me how the course on the correct use of the main life resource, time, that is, they will seriously, without fools, teach the man of the future at school and institute. So that at least by the age of twenty-five a not quite already young creature would be burdened with an understanding of what he was given and what to do with all this given in the end.
On the subject: What you really need for happiness
But, calming themselves today, all those who have already rushed through twenty-five at a high testosterone-estrogen speed, but have not yet reached fifty, can say that all these decadent thoughts are nonsense, and it was not in vain. It is possible and even necessary to admit that this moment between the past and the future is called life, and it, whatever one may say, is still an exchange of time for impressions, which then, having cleared of the husk, turn into memories. And memories are the basis on which you build your life today and either enjoy every day and every hour, or sit on antidepressants, and the time that passes between the end of one pill and the beginning of the next is not nice to you.
So, after thinking carefully, weighing everything and putting it on the shelves, I returned to the idea that everything is in order, because this is how it should be. Otherwise, there will be even greater overpopulation on the planet. I came, worked, walked my own, emptied my bank account - thank you, go away, make time for tomorrow. And there, in him, there will already be others, as if smarter and faster than you, perhaps even more educated.
But this again is not important. I am pleased with the thought that perhaps they will be happier and freer than us, no matter what it means to you and them. Hooray! Glory to the hours and minutes, and let's not be afraid to change them, since we all, in the end, are money changers, no more and no less. Let even this word be twisted by someone.
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