Time, what a concept!
When children look at time, they feel that days drag on, weeks are nearly endless, months too far ahead to even think about. And don’t get them started on years! To a child a year is almost unimaginable. It’s sheer torture, especially if they’re waiting for that trip to Disney World. Now, as we grow older, days fly by at the speed of a snail, weeks go faster than days, months faster than weeks and years faster than months. Why the difference?
Is it a matter of age, or of how we spend our time? Could it be that the adult has more pressure, more anxiety and more laws, rules and regulations to follow? The child is nearly carefree, and the adult is in a constant fret over how to earn enough money to live comfortably while providing their children with everything the need, and most everything that they want.
“Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day”
(Pink Floyd, “Time”)
Boredom. Now, that’s a statement in itself, but when taken in the context of how an adult sees things, like the linear transgression of time, versus the way that the child see it, boredom takes a whole new
meaning life of it’s own.
When a child is bored, it’s Armageddon. It’s the end of the world as we know it. The eternity between supper and time to come home for the night is extraterrestrial in nature when viewed through a child’s eyes. For the adult, that’s just enough time for a quick nap, maybe do a load of laundry or have a few rounds of your favorite past time, game, hobby, sex, etc.
But when a whole day is lain out before a child, with absolutely nothing to do that they thoroughly enjoy (like staring at repeats of Storage Wars on A&E) they can make it seem like it’s the worst day in their short-lived life. That means no electricity and no smart phones, no battery-run anything. Okay, they can use the fishing gear (the real stuff, not the simulated Wii stuff), the skis, skates, heck, they can take the dog for a walk. But, nothing technically inclined, nothing viewable except for nature. How long would your children retain their sanity, as tenuous as it may have already been?
“And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking. Racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way, but you’re older. Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.”
Yes, every breath you take is one less that you will ever breathe. The next second will never happen again, and that is one second closer to death. As you get older, your concept of time becomes jaded; you dread every minute that comes, yet you dread death. A child only dreads boredom, rules and regulations.
No matter how fast you run, you will never catch up with the fading, linear progression of time that our Sun provides us with. It’ll burn you every time. Who knows, maybe that’s the “light” that people refer to when they say “go to the light” as someone is dying, but most scientists predict that it’s either the brain shutting down the connection with the eyes, or it’s the hospital / surgical room’s overhead lights that they see.
Just a few things that I think I think.