We are already more than a third of the way through 2018, it is round five of the AFL this week and those Commonwealth Games we spoke about before Christmas are over.
It’s not just me – we all talk about how quickly things happen. How quickly our kids grow up and the grass grows, though the latter has not been a big issue due to the lack of rain before last weekend’s big dump. Time flies when you are having fun and even when you aren’t apparently.
There are places where time does drag on and on. Doctor and dentist surgeries, for instance, regardless of the quality of the newspapers, magazines and television or radio programs at hand. And no matter how much you look at your watch, it fails to go faster. I think doctors also work off Adelaide time, which is the only logical explanation for the half hour time difference between the appointment time and the actual appointment starting.
Sitting in deserted sports stadiums an hour before the game starts is the time equivalent of watching the progress of a glacier. No amount of fan engagement by those fast-talking, perky ground announcers makes game time approach faster. Though I have found a bucket of chips is good for filling in five minutes and emptying your wallet.
The West Gate Bridge is like Queensland and New South Wales border towns during daylight saving. It has several time zones, with one side always seeming to be going faster. This is normally the side you are not on.
Time flies when you are on holidays. It drags when waiting for your number to be called for Friday night fish and chips.
No wonder we all talk about being time poor – unlike nearly everything else in life, you can’t store it up to use at a later date. When it’s gone, it’s gone.
Without getting too deep and meaningful, it does make you think about the value of every second and the time we spend worrying about things that are not that important – except that they stop us from using that time for the important things in life.
