This weird little thing about time.
How many times has this happened to you: You are so looking forward to something that you are counting down the days. Four weeks to go, three weeks to go, two weeks, 7 days, 5 days, OMG it is tomorrow. Then “the major event” happens and it is as if you have never waited at all. Soon it is passed with only a vague memory to remind you of it.
It happens to me time and time again, with both the fun and not-so-fun stuff. The first memory I have was being on the soccer field, playing a match that I did not particularly enjoy and was looking forward to the final whistle. “Ref, how much longer?” Those last five minutes of the match seemed to stretch out into eternity.
Then, in a flash, the match is over. Relief. Drink water, chill out. Everything is good. There is no trace left of the unease that was there only seconds ago. As if those agonizing minutes have never happened at all. It really feels like magic in a way.
Now again, I am so excited to go home that I am counting down the days and weeks. I am one hundred percent sure that, when the time comes, I will have forgotten about this countdown-period. It is as if time just does not exist.
Well, maybe it doesn’t?
I remember arguing with my friends in my teenage years that time does not exist, but most of the time I got sorta ridiculed or a frowned face saying “whatevs”.
Now things are different. I got Buddha, Mohammed, Jesus and all my other friends backing me up this time. They all say the only moment exists is now. Past and future are created by the mind. Simple as that. As you steer away from the present moment, chances are discomfort will arise, because you are refusing to accept what is right here right now.
Is this what I do during those soccer matches, or when I am looking forward to going home? Do I focus on the future instead of on the beauty that is around me now.
Come to think of it, do I really want to skip these last three weeks here if I could? No, of course not! There is still so much to be enjoyed here.
Maybe, just maybe, I can just feel this excitement of going home. Just that. Just feel it, while I am still here, knowing that there is nothing I have to do for the day to come that I fly home. Time will take care of itself. Meanwhile, let this excitement empower my days here. Let this energy be what it is, enjoy it and radiate it to others.
Maybe, I can be grateful for this present moment. Now, I would love to be on that soccerfield again. In three weeks time I might long for Zambia. I am here now.
Speaking about time, remember what Einstein had to say about it all being relative? Maybe that is a great way of looking at it. Though he was officially a physicist I often see him as a philosopher more than anything else.
Time is all relative in this way. It does seem to bend and stretch depending on my mood and my thoughts about a situation. Perhaps it is not only relative in physical terms, but also in terms of our mind and thoughts. Yes, I like that.
Anyways, enough ramblings of my own. It is a Syntropic Sunday wich means there is something to be shared with you. In so many ways this is one of the better articles I have read in the past few months. If I could use one word to describe the power of this article: simplicity. Never have I seen Einsteins ideas described in such a simple, easy to understand way as here.