I am completely obsessed with the concept of time. I spend a considerable amount of time pondering about it. I’m blown away when I reflect on how time has passed. I’m constanstly worried about what time it is.
Interesting asides: I don’t wear a watch and time often eludes me.
I would lay in the grass and just think about time for hours, if I had the time. (I couldn’t resist the obvious play on words.) I’m not entirely sure where my obsession with time comes from. It could be a symptom of my control issues (hedging my bet on that one). Regardless of why, the fascination is real and passionate.
I saw Alice in Wonderland when I was around six or seven. It blew my mind. I loved it. That movie was my jam. Then the book became it when I got older.
This quote is one I think of at least once a day…I’ve tweeted it more than once.
“It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.” -Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
The change that time brings.