Once your life settles in a routine it is time to re-evaluate and make changes. Or so I have been told. Routine makes the day go by faster as you move from one point of doing to the other. But slowing down the time might not be a bad thing. Someone told me once that change does not have to be drastic. Can be something little such as taking a different route to work. Being in the routine, however, is comfortable and hard to get out of and venturing into changes is an uneasy adventure.
Technically you cannot slow time down. The seconds are ticking at regular intervals. It amazes me how living in the present is measured by one second. The rest is past. The only vast amount of time is the future. But that is finite and is measured by the time you die. Then the future ends and the only thing that left is the past. Hopefully, someone will remember your past otherwise it becomes oblivion.
How did I get from writing about change to this morbidity I don’t know. Maybe because I feel like every second I am getting closer and closer to that definitive time. It all started with my mom’s death. Before that, I did not really think of my own mortality. Hence the want of the change.
Heraclitus once said, “Change is the only constant in life.” But routine debunks that quote. Routine is the same cycle repeating over and over.
I am trying to figure out what the closing paragraph should be but maybe I should just let you read what is already there.