Like Torrents, The Hours Rush By!

I swear sometimes I find myself gasping for breath just trying to keep up with the passage of time. What is it about age that makes it seem as if we move through time so much more quickly than when we are young? 

It seems to me that I barely awoke this morning before I was already turning around to get ready for bed.

And yet I can remember those endless, monotonous days when Summer, though appreciated, seemed on occasion, to be nothing more than one long, boring day. 

In actuality, it was probably about 5 minutes when I was not doing something - but it seemed interminable - the restlessness of youth.

Now, I find myself desperate to locate a few moments each day in which I might actually be bored - well, not bored - but certainly less occupied.

Don’t get me wrong - I’m quite happy to be so occupied - but age has certainly made me more aware of the elasticity of time and its passage. 

Perhaps I’m fortunate. 

They say that when one is ‘in the zone’ or fully engaged in a project, the shackles of time are loosed and we are free to soar along with whatever project may captivate our attention at that moment - I find this true with so many things - for I am quite capable of being ‘distracted’ by any number of projects/subjects/tasks that seem to dissolve the barrier of time and allow me to immerse myself fully in the ‘now’.

I am not blowing my own horn here - but I think I am quite fortunate to be artistic for I am never at a loss when it comes to exploration. It seems that I have an unlimited wellspring of creativity that provides me constantly with the power to move forward. 

I’m not saying everything I do is brilliant - but that, I have an inner resource that never leaves me searching for something with which to fill time - I love the spark, the creative dynamo that seems to reside within me and keeps me ever occupied.

At the same time, I wonder how people who have not tapped this source, get through their lives; people who really have no interests, no matter how mundane they may seem to outsiders. 

I think there is more to be said about ‘hobbies’ than most people think.

When querying a new acquaintance about what their likes and dislikes might be and one encounters nothing but befuddlement because their entire life revolves around their work, solely, and there is nothing outside that realm to grant them the grace of originality through creativity - one can’t help but wonder about the sterility of that life - and how sad it is to go through it in black and white - for surely, that is what life is devoid of creativity; simply black and white - clueless and colourless.

I may have originated in a black and white existence of sorts, but somehow, through nothing over which I had control, I came to see in colour and that colour allowed me to be creative - and in turn - I was able to stop time - at least in those moments of total immersion in the spectrum - and this is my life.