It’s funny how our certain interests in things gradually dies off as we grow older. I remember some TV shows I watched back then as a kid that as at that time it seemed like there was nothing better to do. I still remember TV shows like Teletubbies, Barney and friends, and the likes. We literally used to save the time for those shows. Somehow they made so much sense to us when watching them.
But now when we look back at those same things they look really lame. Sometimes when I see kids presently watching stuffs like those I begin to wonder what exactly they find so interesting in them, forgetting I was once freaked by those same type of shows.
Another thing is playing of video games. I’ve literally stayed years without playing any form of video games, until last night when I came across the Hive Suite game. A lot of things just feel like a waste of time to me these days. Even down to engaging in certain conversations. The more time goes by the more I realize I have lesser of it. The more I also realize that it’s off the essence, so I need to be really judicious with the little amount of it I have left.
Time is like the default seed we all came with to this earth, and in no distant future it will eventually reveal what we invested it in, or whether we just ended up wasting it.
While younger my biggest fear was about dying. But now that’s just really something scary to me because that is something everyone will definitely face. My biggest fear now is dying without producing something meaningful with the time I had while I was still alive. That’s what you’d be remembered for and not how long you lived.
And the funny thing is the more you do things with your time the more you still have a lot of other things to do. I read a book written by a former president of our nation who turned 80. In the book he was still lamenting on a lot of plans he had mapped out to achieve but did was unable to. The book was majorly directed to the youths and one of the things he outlined in the book was that we don’t have much time.
I strongly believe that it’s not just me, but when I was much younger 12 months seemed like forever. It was indeed long. But right now, 12 months seem to be running faster than it used to back then. Back then I was more eager for time to pass by, if I could fast forward it I’m sure I would have done so. But right now, reverse is the case. Now I wish I could rewind it.
But it’s all good. The first step is realizing the essence of time and making proper management of it. Adulthood does change people. I believe if the 20 years ago me could see the present me today he wouldn’t recognize me. Not because of the physical change, but the more like the personality change.