What then is time? If no one asks me, I know what it is. If I wish to explain it to him who asks, I do not know. Saint Augustine
Having been recently “yelled at” by my doctor because of my increasing girth and resolutely sedentary lifestyle [“lifestyle,” incidentally, is one of my least favorite words in the English language, but I shall pontificate on that in a later post…], I was boiling a toast-less egg this morning for breakfast.
As I stood there over the stove waiting for the seemingly endless three minutes of boiling to pass by, I found myself thinking about how I can let years whiz by, being semi-startled when Ash Wednesday rolls around again so soon, but can think that waiting for an egg to boil is an eternity.
If I lived more in the present moment, would time seem to pass more slowly? I don’t know.