About Time — Part One

Along the 1 year and 3 months that I’ve been living in Vancouver, I’ve learned a lot of things in life. One of them is certainly the meaning of the word “time.”

“The indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole.” — Oxford Dictionaries

I learned that there are many questions in life that could only be responded through time. Many sufferings and struggles will fade away through time, they all come and go away like the waves on the sea. And like the waves, there are the bigger and tougher challenges. The thing is that, you can choose either to sink with all your tears or face the waves and storms to keep going towards the horizon. You’ll always be the captain of your life.

I learned that to be fluent in a second language takes time. To learn a new job takes time. To find a better job also takes time. To find a good place to live takes time. To find the best course to study takes time. I learned that it takes a lot of time to find myself.

“Patience is a virtue.”

If everything in life takes time, we better learn to wait for things than to suffer from anxiety. Sometimes every single day feels like a Saturday, however there are times when they feel like rainy Monday mornings. On these sad, boring and hopeless days it’s really important to be patient. It’s important to digest all these emotions calmly and keep working hard on your stuff with the reminder: better days are coming, just like those you’ve had a while ago.

One of the signs in the Professional Photography Department, at Langara College.

Add another ingredient to this thing called time: homesick. This feeling is like a snowball rolling down the slope, it just gets bigger, faster and more powerful as long as you keep living far from your family and friends. People tend to think that the worst thing about living alone abroad is not having your family to support you emotionally in the bad moments. That may be true, but personally I think it’s worse when you’re so excited and happy, and you can only share your joy through text messages or Skype, which makes me feel even more homesick. Then you look back and remember the last time you hugged and kissed the people you love. You look forward and get anxious about the time to meet up with them which seems too far. Times like these force you to be patient and just wait, otherwise your mind and heart won’t be in peace and strong enough to face the daily life in the present.

“Only time(whatever that may be) will tell.”― Stephen Hawking, A Brief History of Time

Therefore, you figure out a better way to keep waiting: splitting time. You start splitting your time according to the days you get paid, mostly every two weeks. You split your time between workdays and days off. Between the seasons of the year, because during half of the year it rains as if you were living under a freezing waterfall and the summer, on the other hand, lasts only 3 months, hopefully. I learned how to appreciate every single coin I get, every single minute off I have and every sun ray shining on my beard. Time teaches you how to appreciate small things in life in such a way that makes you see that you didn’t use to give the proper importance to all of them in your past life. Time splits you into who you used to be and who you’ll become.

The past and the present. A person split by time.

Concluding, this text isn’t something that I want to get off my chest. After all, I’ve been speaking a lot about these thoughts with my closest friends here in Vancouver, so this is actually an idea organized into paragraphs. Because I like to spend time speaking about time with those who comprehend how precious each second is that we have to live on Earth. I live my life for those moments that make me lose the track of time. Those fractions of seconds that make me feel disconnected from everything else.

I’ll keep sailing through the storms with a smile to make the journey more fun and the calm closer. Living on the top of the wave, always moving and never in a rush.

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