It is interesting how time flies when I’m rushing my work for the dead line, how hours can just go by like minutes. I have been staring at the clock for a minute, and this minute seems like an hour. I started to wonder if time is changing in different speed. When I was a kid, I used to wish time can go by faster so I can be an adult sooner. When I became an adult I feel time has sped up quite a bit, and I’m trying really hard to chase it. Now I think of it, there is no point to chase it because I can never keep up with it.
It is always enjoyable to cherish the memory of the past, it is wise to plan the future, but it is more important to live in the presence. It really doesn’t matter what the speed of the time is, it is a matter of our attitude.