Time only flies when you’re wasting it.

How many hours go by while you’re Facebook-stalking people you don’t even care about? I remember writing papers late into the night, being distracted by social networking, and suddenly my paper is due in an hour! But when I really got down to the nitty-gritty of my work, time seemed to stand on my side… “Okay, I see you putting in some werk, lemme slow it down for ya.”

I’m 23 years old. I am by no means “old” and I hate when people my age called themselves that because they remember a time when technology was far less invasive, a decade where all kids/teen shows were awesome, and an era of fast food logos that can now be considered vintage. Aging is a part of life and I’ve found that when I’m actually doing things (“things” being activities that quench my passions, move me towards my goals, or fulfill life’s everyday needs), time doesn’t seem to pass as quickly.

I do feel like I started college just yesterday and before I knew it, I was graduating, starting a full-time job, and figuring out when I could adventure in between. I hope this feeling I get some days doesn’t turn into most days. And it won’t, as long as I’m doing things (“things” not associated with mindlessly refreshing social media or watching re-runs of Keeping Up with the Kardashians).

In the last two months, I’ve been on seven trips in five states. Sure, each trip was only a few days… some even just for one night. As much as I wish my travel excusions could be longer, maybe to the point of cultural immersion, I have come home fulfilled every time. Because I was doing things. I was recently in Miami for 4 days and got A LOT done with time for napping. Insane, right? Yes, fun times usually come to an end much too soon, but time well-spent leaves me feeling more complete and ready to move to the next thing.

Since I’ve just been home for two days with no plans, I’ve done absolutely nothing, except think about writing this blog and exchange messages with friends about how much I should be doing, but am not doing. It will continue in this cycle until I manage to break free, probably due to FOMO, or the Fear Of Missing Out.

It’s crazy how skewed my perception of time has become because of all the ways I’ve been prone to wasting it. Two hours of bowling or kayaking seem so short when I’m purchasing them, only because I can spend two hours on Pinterest. Here’s a thought: Pinterest should limit the number of things you’re allowed to pin until you’ve completed some of the projects you’ve already pinned. If only we could be motivated in such a way.

I can’t stop moments from passing, but I can make each one worth it. Even the ones I spend sleeping! What a concept.

Time can be generous, but ultimately time is indifferent. Time does not give two damns or a fuck.

-Sign, Nujabes ft. Pase Rock

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