Tuesday, June 1, 2010

The days are long, but the years are short.


It's Week 13 now, time really does gallop by, leaving me a little startled as I watch the dust gather behind it. It seems like yesterday I was boarding a plane, getting ready to begin another chapter of my life in Australia. And suddenly it's now, with my first semester of my second year in university coming to an end. I wish I was able to grasp time, make it into something tangible, something I can hold on to, even if it's just by the edge of the sleeves. But it always eludes me, and slips right through my fingers.

If you think about it, everyone laments about how long their day has been. Whether we sit in lecturer theaters, counting down the minutes till it ends; Or are at work, sitting at a desk staring at the blinding computer screen, watching the second hand of the clock trickle by so slowly, it starts to hurt watching it. It's true, the days always seem so long, filled with so many things to do, people to see, places to be at. So much so that we never notice how fast the days fly by until suddenly, we reach a milestone and discover that the days have indeed flitted past us, silently and stealthily. And we start to wonder where all those days went and how it could have passed us by like a speeding bullet train.

The days are long, but the years are short. In Jowee's words, truest.


Yee Ching said...

Ah Swanny, my sentiments exactly. I started the semester with so much angst and frustration, and the days seemed eternally long. But with the accompaniment of riotous laughter, the days have flowed by so quickly, melding into each other. Sometimes, I wish time is how it exists in our hearts, not how physics deemed it should be.

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Swan.T said...

Yee Ching: Mmm... maybe we should just come up with a new way of measuring time: with our hearts!! :D

Wee: I'm glad you like it! ;)