Don’t you think it’s weird how we measure time? How we kill time? How we make it fly?
Don’t worry; I won’t break out into 525,600 minutes. (Unless you want me to.)
But I just think it’s strange that when I’m bored a single minute seems like an hour. But when I’m engaged, time is an object.
So, here are some other ways to tell time (and how slow or fast time goes):
Put on old clothes. (Fast)
Go out with one of your best friends. (Fast)
Take a shower. (Slow)
Being at work on a Friday. (Slow)
The point is that however we measure time, we have to be grateful for every minute. Because one day, we’ll wish for more time, slow or fast.