It’s saturday afternoon. I cross a passage to get the bus in my way home when suddenly face a giant clock monster.
I’m always taken by surprise when Pink Floyd’s Time starts and my headphones are as high as they can be but now I feel like I must run. All those clocks spinning simultaneous in the song are like a tornado of alarms from all the dizzy mornings. The sum of all Great Bell’s chimes in the last 156 years. A wake-up moment.
I skip the bus unconsciously and just walk. The song keeps playing and I choose the longest way home only not to lose this moment.
I start to remember how the days passed by when I was student. Moving in Bucharest from a very small city from Romania was like moving to a smaller version of New York. For me it was a huge change.
I was so enthusiastic that in my first 2 years here, I took all the opportunities that I’ve seen and felt.
I enrolled as a volunteer, done projects about entrepreneurship, raised money for children with a group of friends, started a blog, got involved in a business, tried some crazy and not so solid ideas. I ironically achieved the “I have a project” nickname from my friends.
Time moved fast but I absorbed every second of it. I felt that was unlimited.
A ton of new people met. Many sleepless nights. Many struggles and lessons packed. Lots of joy.
Still, I felt time was running well. I was learning a lot.
6 years later, time has a different dimension. Actually, it feels like time moves much faster. Couple of seconds ago it was yesterday. Last weekend feels like a month ago. When did that happen? I thought I was 24, why they spell it 25?
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
In my moment of truth triggered by Pink Floyd’s chaotic clocks, I tought how easily the time tricked me, or more appropiate, how sometimes I wasted time.
We’re all looking for that moment of flow and we want to keep it flowing. We set goals to be organized. We use multiple productivity tools to keep up the score of our progress. We make green smoothies and go to the gym. We want to live life to the fullest. We want to slow down time.
But the only thing we need to not feel wasteful is to do stuff that involves us deeply. To create and keep our minds focused. To have surprising experiences. To learn. To belive in what we do.
After walking 3 km without even acknowledge it, I’m thinking how fast the time flew this year. It’s almost end of the year. 60 days left. Man, that was quick! That clock monster is now a gentle pendulum. Made me feel like I was not moving at all. Made me care more about my time.
Take my challenge
Do one thing with passion.
Write your thoughts and let them on a public blog. Take a deep look in the mirror and answer those questions which you keep ignoring about you. Run 10 km! Put your ideas in practice. Take the camera and start expressing yourself. Draw your future house. Go and speak in public. Travel and meet new people. Take your old friends to beer and connect again with them.
Grab a pen and start writing your answer to this question: what can I do in 60 days that will make me feel that I’m not losing time?
Yes, time flies but you can deal with it. Make the last 60 days of this year memorable.