My relation with time had change over the years. I remember when I was a child my life was a kind of a slow motion picture. The endless holidays, those afternoons where I just wish to end because I had played all the games, I had watched all the TV and I felt so bored (I wonder if my kids feel this way, with all the stimulation and activities).
After my sixteenth birthday, the time began to go faster and faster. Now I just feel that it flies like a Concorde.
I don’t like the feeling, but I know I am responsible for it. I am always in a rush, rush to take the kids for school, for doing the countless home duties, rush to make dinner, to bath the kids and put them a sleep. Even in the most relaxing moments it seems that someone pressed the forward button.
But there are those little moments, a split of second when I am looking to my kids, just contemplate them. In those moments I have this over consciousness that they will grow up, they will become adults, will leave home, have children, and suddenly the time seems to freeze. In that moment I can master the time, I can make it stop, freeze. I close my eyes and I freeze that moment in my mind and in my heart.
This beautiful video made me think in all this.
Good music too.