Can one really measure Time? What is time, really, when, for a man who is dying, a minute can last for an hour… For parents who see their children growing up, the years pass like a moment: „When did you grow up so big?”… and the parent, amazed, realizes that his years are measured in school years, summer vacations and buying supplies… Time is relative and subjective, I would say… the same minute, for you, can last more or less. Happy moments pass like a thought, sad ones seem to last forever. Why? Because, as humans, we perceive time passing in a subjective way: in emotions, events, happenings… desires. How slow do the minutes pass while you are waiting to see a doctor, hoping that you have nothing serious, and how quickly the same time passes when you see your child getting married or graduating a difficult college?
The passage of time depends on each one of us, on how we choose to live it. As a child, I remember that time passed very slowly until the school break, until the vacation, until my parents bought me the doll I wanted (that was always way too long :)). But the wedding party lasted a moment, the first 10 years of the child’s life passed like a thought, and after I turned 30…it was like I got on the highway and gave it, as they say, a whip :))…I can’t even imagine where and how the time passed!
There’s no point in getting drunk with cold water, after 40 years, it’s like it (time) is running away from me, and I’m running after it…where? I don’t know, but I know one thing for sure: time will decide!
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