I have been spending an exorbitant amount of time thinking about… well just that– thinking about time. Inspired by a conversation on Saturday that left my brain in subject meditation mode, time which can be viewed as so very limited, as well as limitless, can also own us, or we can own it. I think that is a continual battle. Do we own our time, or does our time own us? For me, the answer to that changes by the moment.
And then there was the song. “Hey young blood, doesn’t it feel like our time is running out”.
The flow of my thoughts continue to develop around this phrase. Yes, it does feel like time is running out. The question is, what is it running out of? What will I miss? What am I up against? It was never my intention to live a mundane life. I want to forever be growing, learning, developing, and living a life rich in counterculture experiences, and awaking moments.
At risk of being cliche, I have a chance to live a life full of adventure. Adventure can be had anywhere, and at any time. I suppose I must define adventure for myself. Adventure by definition is, an unusual and exciting experience or activity. Isn’t learning, growing, reading, hiking, listening to music, watching movies, meeting new people, and engaging in new experiences adventurous? I think it is all a matter of the mind, and a matter of perspective. Anything that enriches me, appeals to my senses, or affects me is, in a sense, an adventure to me.
This is all just mental vomit..
But time… Is it running out? It pains me to think of it like it. I am battling myself to see it from a new perspective. My entire life had a reset one year ago. I have, begrudgingly, began again. Should I hate this fresh start so deeply? Probably not. It is my chance to make my focus the excitement, and experiences that life has in store for me. I am wiser this time. Definitely not wealthier, but where money took me last time is not a place I ever want to go again. Continuing on my cliche (but honest) path, I want to feel like even the smallest things I do are an adventure until the day I die. Maybe those small things will develop into large things, and I will live a life full of experience.
But I guess that is where I am wrong again.
We all live a life full of experience exactly how we are now. We just need to open our eyes.
Time is running out, but does it have to?
Define time for yourself. At least that is what I need to do.
Also, why do we kill our heroes? Why can’t I ever stay on subject?