I’m not sure if it’s just me, but this connected
with me so well. It must connect with you too. We are always on constant “watch”
for time. See what I did there?
Okay, maybe I am getting ahead of myself. I used to
play this game called Pirate Kings a few years ago, to be honest I was kind of
addicted to it. If you’re on my Facebook you must know, because I used to send
out many many invitations. Yeah, I know, I’m sorry. Anyway, that game Pirate
Kings is similar to what I feel, maybe what we all feel as life goes on. You
get 50 spins in Pirate Kings: with that 50 spins you can either win cash,
attack someone, get another chance to safeguard your island, whatever it lands
upon. You get the idea, right? The thing was: as we leveled up in the game, so
did the difficulties. You got more stuff to decorate your island, which were
way more expensive than in the initial rounds.
But you still got 50 spins, still got to win the same amount of cash and
the same attack round and the same safeguarding shields but the attacks were
bound to be more, and this time you would lose a greater property. I don’t know
if this would be the correct comparison to what I’m trying to say with
reference to time keeping but I’m going to try anyway; so bear with me.
When we were little, the only thing we were
concerned about was having fun and learning new things, finishing our homework,
spending time with our cousins when they stayed over. It seemed like there was
never enough time to have fun and going to bed seemed like a punishment,
remember? All that still remains the same, sort of anyways. Now, perhaps we
can’t wait to go to bed because we’re that tired; that mentally exhausted of
having to tend to so many things that need our attention. We need to go to
work, earn money, pay the bills, bring food to the house, clean up the house, put
food on the table, buy clothes to at least look presentable socially, give time
to family, give time to your significant other, give time to your friends, give
time to your children, give time to ourselves. But newsflash, the time still
remains the same. You still get 60 minutes in an hour; still 24 hours in a day;
still 365 days in a year; there is only so much you can do. It feels like the
time limit remains the same but the things we have to do, the responsibilities that
we take, the roles that we have only seem to go bigger. And there is no option
but balancing out things based on priorities. Doesn’t it scare you? That you
might not get to do enough?
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