This birthday was an ordinary day. I went to the mats and did what I do three days a week. I did that by choice because, for one, it marked the second year of starting the not-so-gentle art, and, two, getting a good session in is one of the things I enjoy most in life. Turning twenty-seven is a feat in its own right, but it reiterates the fact that the wheel of time illustrates the illusion that its velocity increases, but why?
Time has no engine that determines its rate of motion. Thinking back on the younger years of life, when everything was new to us. That’s where the answer lies.
When we are young, we are learning how the world works. Everything is fresh, how people operate, how society works, and most importantly, the process of learning about ourselves. As we get older, accustomed to our surroundings, a certain level of comfort sets in. In other words, everything gets very repetitive. We go to work, we decompress and repeat, that’s where the illusion of time going by faster occurs.
Now having the time to reflect on the twenty seven years of lessons that have accumulated in the vigrith of my mind. One remains victorious at this moment. It is that this journey is not for the faint of heart nor the narrow-minded. Especially for those who are the youngest in their family because it is us who have to bear witness to the changes and challenges that life brings with the passing of years. This is why it is essential to be strong and willing in the years ahead.
When possible, do new things, learn new lessons, experience new relationships. Travel to new places. New keeps us young, new keeps us alive at heart. Let us not forget that as we grow gray.
Here’s to another trip around Sól.
Peyton.
