Time Is Going Way Too Fast

The last couple weeks I have been looking back on my life and the use of my time I've spent doing things. Another week went by, another weekend is going to be stored in the memory bank if anything is worth storing. This is what leads me to my topic.

The past is a collection of memories and that's it. Those memories make us as individuals and part of a society. Everything you learned in school, all the good and bad times and all your experiences are merely just memories. Its up to us how we use these memories for better or for worse. We can either learn from our bad "memories" and make better decisions for future unknown events, or we can take the chance and do the same action and hope there will not be the same consequence. We as humans are gifted to make our own decisions. The only thing against us is time, and that time is limited for us to change.

An average human lives 65-75 years world wide and you can argue that we can live more and I promise I won't argue back. I'm 27, I've lived about 42% of my life already, if I were to live a full life without cancer, a freak accident, or some other intervention causing early death. I, and we, don't know how long our brain will continue to send our body signals that we are alive and death can happen any moment. Some believe there is a heaven and a hell or some sort of "after life" and others believe its lights out when we die.

I hope there is an after life because life is just too good to leave behind. I hope to see the people of my past again in some magical kingdom of God or whatever. Although, I think this belief can sometimes be a bad thing. We take for granted people we love and the time we have because we "hope" with a sense of confirmation that we will have a second chance either here on earth or in the "after life."

This poses the other question of "what if there isn't an afterlife?" This is the belief I try to live my life by. It helps me to create better bonds with people, it helps me make better choices because knowing I don't have a second chance, makes my first chance more crucial to me. This helps to create more memories and a better past in turn making me a better person. Thinking this way reminds me my time is limited.

I was at dinner with my girlfriend last night and we started talking about time and how fast its going. We even discussed how fast the time was from when we left my apartment and sat down at the restaurant. We both had this helpless feeling that we can't stop time as it just bull dozes through. We have had a rough past relationship wise, and at that moment, I never felt more connected to a human being. I re-fell in love with her. I wanted to hold her close and freeze that moment but knowing I can't. I decided last night that I need to stop procastinating on any thing worth of value to me, keep them close and not waste time.

What good is a life full of bad memories or few good ones? A forty year old (figuratively speaking) dying of cancer can probably be the most wise person on this planet. Knowing that they have "x" time here on earth, they can learn to maximize their time and create as much good memories while they are still capable. That person will evaluate every decision, say "I love you" more to the people they care about. That person will do the things they have procrastinated their whole life and fully remember it. The people in this situation that accomplish this, we, as unknown lifespans, need to model this idea. I'd rather be the person dying of cancer creating more then a full life of memories in a matter of months, then an 85 year old who has had his whole life and is alone or bitter because of the actions in his past.

We need to appreciate our time here and make every decision carefully because you don't know how your memories will record. After all, we are all going to die. Nothing is going to stop it. It doens't matter how old we are when we die because the past is going to be like a dream when we face our death bed. Do we want that dream to be good or bad?