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.
Couldn’t agree with this more.