Life: Time is quick

Everyday I come into work where I listen to my 70-year-old boss speak of what things were like when he was my age. He tells me stories of how he would tear through the streets of Phoenixville, racing with his friends. All the drinking he used to do at the bars, how his daughter needed to pick him up due to his intoxicated state. How he loved many girls.

I find his endless reminiscing a little annoying most of the time. Now that I'm here, in front of the computer, it actually seems really incredible. Here is this man who has experienced my life more then three times over and now he is here to tell me everything. He looks over at me, across the surface of the red table thinking how badly he wants to have my youth. My freedom, and all the time I have yet to use.

It's been said that time goes by faster when you have many things scheduled in your life. You start experiencing things in bite-sized chunks rather than in one, fluid span of time. If that is true then I am burning through leagues of time at an unrelenting pace. It's all about when I get off work. When I can get to the weekend. When that next cool "thing" comes out.



What can I do to combat something like this?

Do everything I have ever wanted to do. Everything I can predict I'll want to do. Do stupid things because life is too serious. Get reckless because I can't forever. If I am able to accomplish this then maybe things will be different when I am the older man sitting across the red table. Maybe I'll look at the youthful spirit just beyond my reach and I'll be fulfilled. I'll smile and respire knowing that I've done everything I wanted. I'm content, and shaking hands with the future has never felt better.