Everyone seems to be noticing that life is racing faster than ever. It makes me wonder whether I was onto something with the first book I was going to write. In it, a circle of gnome-like men in the heavens, manipulated the human race like an intricate yet global game, causing all the crazy things that happen in this world, people mere pawns. Perhaps it wasn’t fiction, perhaps the truth had been revealed to me in a dream, because not only is the world making less and less logical sense, but time has, also, indubitably, sped up. Have you noticed? It must be the gnome-men.
I came up with the story line as a teenager. It didn’t take me long to realize I needed to live a bit and learn a lot before I’d be wise enough to get past chapter one. I thought I’d need to be old, say around forty. Oh the glory of hindsight.
Now I’m past my former forecast of old, and feeling very young about it, I continue to live a bit and learn a lot, and I’ve come to what might be a more plausible theory about time—not only do we cram more and more into our daily lives, we also have immediate access to more information at any given second than previous generations has in a lifetime. Not only information, we can eat food from Ethiopia for breakfast, Argentina for dinner, we can watch any shows, videos or even talks at the touch of a button on any number of convenient devices. We can single click a button to buy a book, a muffler, or a plush woolly mammoth that will arrive on our doorstep the very next day. The endless possibilities and choices may well have sped up not time, but rather our perception of time.
With my days already crammed tight, a list of things I want to add to the list, I need to accomplish more with the finite time I have. I’ve decided to experiment with the idea of slowing down. I want to tame perception, and make it work for me. Sounds easy, doesn’t it? Why don’t you join me? We can all slow down together.Share this: